I will not compete with movies and TV, what memories, imaginings that keep you from moving. I'll never win, so I refuse to compete with them. I'll play until you listen, and all the while quite softly, tread gingerly through this boring song, until it's as good as gone. I refuse to compete, but we'll see what remains after long. IN a damp and roiling forest, I'll again find myself hungry, with mother and father out buying something. Brothers, I forage in vain. I wasted everything, when I should have saved it for suppertime.
Lyrics submitted by danieljtg