Now, (sigh) since i still have space to write stuff, and I'm too tired to deleat this text, let's all sing a song:
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If
I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for
your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
