give me those bricks

give me those bricks
and i'll take away the kicks

empty your backpack
i'll take away the flack

hand me your dead weight
and i will make it a gate


let me take the strain
help you process your pain

we can just talk
maybe go for a walk

or sit silent mostly
and stir over a cup o’tea


but let me help you with those bricks
you carry around wishing they were just sticks

BOX OFFICE

Bright lights, long nights,

An aid to fantasy flights.

Fleet feet, soft seats,

Rush to escape your beat.

and

Wash in moving images and sound,

Let them your tired muscles pound

And massage alongside your mind:

A balm to leave your day behind.