(+) Lancaster Nights / Title Guide to the Talkies
Start at eight
See what you know
What have you been through make a list
Now scrap the page
Forget what you wrote
Writing ain't supposed to be easier no
You've read the news
And none of that worked
To help you make art you don't hate
But someone whispered
The big screen is cool
So let's kill the blues at the talkies today
We'll hit the cinema as violence abounds
And Joker the Clown spoils the day
On my phone there's a photograph
Or a minute long clip
I opt against work to watch this
So here you sit in darkness locked in
Your art may be richer
But your brain turned to shit
I tried the news and it made me feel sick
The Joker took armistice and blew it to bits
I once heard it said that a man and his heart
Could change if you listened more than spoke
But now I'm afraid that my listening days
Will end when the credits do roll
Don't be alarmed if the chaos on screen
Begins to resemble the world as it be
You've come this far and now you should see
The uncanny parallels 'tween
The talkies and me