Hello, ladies and gentlemen in the television world and the radio world, the people with ears and eyes and noses and breathing in and out.

Welcome to the swift and sweet sounds of what you're listening to right now.

I would suggest that you go into your fridge and you find a delectable meal for yourself

and you smother as much of it as you can over a loved one or a child or a pet that you may have in the house,

and tune them in and tune out the rest of what you know as we take you on a ride

through space, time, energy fields, electro-magnetic fields, a woman's bosom, a man's chest, an old shipworker's butthole,

and we follow you as you follow us, and we follow each other up and down the mountainside.

For God bless America, sweet are you the mountain range

he lays fine the sun shines most of the time and the feeling is laid back.

Palm trees grow, the rents are low, but you know I keep thinking about making my way back.

I'm New York City born and raised, but nowadays I'm lost between two shows hmm

really it's fine but it ain't home

New York's home

but it ain't mine no more

I am

I said

to no one there

No one was there

And no one heard at all night

Even the chair

And even the chair had heard it I am I cried

I am

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