Vox et Praeterea Nihil - or The Night I Lost My Naivety

Ah, the burnished tones
and polished patter
The easy way with the mic
The natural touch
with the audience
So natural and smooth

A talent
A rare gift
as you pour your oil
through the mixing desk
to disperse across the air-waves
and drip from a million radio sets
in darkened rooms

A polished act
of well-practiced sincerity
Carefully honed
as caring, matey bonhomie
and a passion for great music
discovered in obscurity

Except you don’t give a fuck
You or your office
for
to be honest
I don’t know where
the production starts
and the person ends

I’d like to believe in you again
The man to whom
I lost my naivety
But I don’t suppose I ever will

You should listen to the CD
if your production company
can ever find it
Pay particular attention
to track one
“it’s nothing but a show”

Too right

How did I believe
it could be anything else
but entertainment
Subterfuge
A show

Next time I’m before a mic
I’ll think of you
and be sure
that everything the mic picks up
comes from me

The slips
stammers
and awkwardness
will all be mine

And if anybody
takes the time to write
I’ll ask them over
for a cup of tea