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John Hartford

I Reckon

 

I Reckon

(album: Looks At Life - 1967)


Who's this demon they call commercial
Whose eyes blink and little bells ring as it gathers in the pot
And stares balefully at it's audience of struggling young artists
We're all thinking commirsh come here I reckon

Who's this demon called commercial walking in the shiny black grooves
Molder classify and restricting those that are already restricted
And caged within a melody I reckon

Had I not made this record I still woulda made these songs
I'da sung them to my family my friends
And softly to myself I reckon

These are some of things that have drifted by my eyes
Seeped into my ears now passed from my mouth

Let the demon have mercy I reckon

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