From the recording A Long Way from Home (2014)

Brother take this instrument away from me
It isn't all that I could do
And send me straight into the cold gold mine
Then I might be some use for you

Brother turn the limelight far away from me
Nothing could be further from the truth
And I won't drown in too much money anytime soon
But only then I might be some use to you

Brother I will not have you applauding me
Vanity don't suit me anyway
Throw me just a blanket and a bucket full of wine
And I'll be having such a real good time

Music sweet music, music sweet music, music sweet music
When did you die?
I'm waiting for a paycheck and I've been waiting such a long,
long time
Music sweet music, music sweet music, music sweet music
It's not alright
How can I be so full of you
When to be full of you is so unkind?

Brother turn the radio away from me
I don't care for static anyway
But don't you think it's (rather) funny how all these tunes
Never really tell us something new?

Brother I know you won't be needing me
Music is now written by machines
Always in control of everything you feel
But don't call me when you're in need of something real

Music sweet music, music sweet music, music sweet music
When did you die?
I'm waiting for a paycheck and I've been waiting such a long,
long time

Music sweet music, music sweet music, music sweet music
It's not alright
How can I be so full of you
When to be full of you is so unkind?

Brother take this instrument away from me
Bit by bit I surrender to the stream
And send me straight into the cold gold mine
Only then I might be some use for you...