Prologue Lyrics

December 24th, 9 pm
Eastern Standard Time
Here on in, I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit

First shot, Roger
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a year
This won't tune
So we hear

He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal
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Are you talking to me?
Not at all

Are you ready?
Hold that focus, steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger

I'm writing one great song
The phone rings
Saved!
We screen
?Zoom in on the answering machine?