"The Spectator" as written by and Samuel Bingham Endicott....
The birds are up when he collapses through the door
Spilling out in constellations on the floor
Soaked in liquor he's soft as bread
And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed
He is a nocturnal always alone
But you'll speak in secret codes
That he has never known
In this world, but not of it
So he watches from above it
A visitor here, this is not home
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head
Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed
But sleep, it never comes
so he ticks the time away
Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
And the bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x3)
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
Spilling out in constellations on the floor
Soaked in liquor he's soft as bread
And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed
He is a nocturnal always alone
But you'll speak in secret codes
That he has never known
In this world, but not of it
So he watches from above it
A visitor here, this is not home
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head
Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed
But sleep, it never comes
so he ticks the time away
Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
And the bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x3)
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
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"The Spectator" as written by Samuel Bingham Endicott
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He goes out and gets drunk at night and comes home in the morning completely smashed, then during the day he watches the world, perhaps on a television set or computer.
He probably feels like nothing he does will matter overall and his life is meaningless, he is born, grows up and then dies, so he simply watches what the people who care so much about it all do and how society and the world change around him.
I think everyone has got to have had the feeling from The Spectator. That for a moment, you're a-social. You're just watching everything around you.