Photocopied Testo

Testo Photocopied

"I've been trying to find you." I've been here all along. Please don't think that I haven't been listening out for you. I've been home. I've been right here but the stereo has been on . . . too loud for too long. Because everybody's been getting me down. And this is what I do to drown out their incessant drone. And I am waiting for an apparition to appear. Bright and unforgiving. Just like so many that have come before. Just like so mant that will come again. Let me play the prophet. I know exactly what to say. God knows I've watched you often enough! But I'm more fed up now than sad, actually. Because it's the same sentence in a different throat - a tape recording in a loop and it goes round and around. Pass around the crown. We'll all get to wear it for a little while . . . and he says, "Well I've been trying to find you." Please. Don't think that I haven't been listening out for you. It's just that the stereo has been on too loud for too long. (And every word that you hold dear - it's just a photocopied letter sent out to everyone, every year. And what you heard and held sincere - you'll hear a thousand times and now . . .you'll be lucky if you care. Do you care anymore?)