The juke-box has a big, square face,
A majestic face, softly glowing with red and green and purple
lights.
Have you got a face as bright as that?
BUT IT’S A PROVEN FACT, THAT A JUKE-BOX HAS NO
EARS.
With a throat of brass, the juke-box eats live nickels raw.
It can turn itself on or shut itself off.
It has no hangovers, knows no regrets, and it never feels the
need for sleep.
Can you do that?
What can you do that a juke-box can’t, and do it ten times
better than you?
And it hammers at your nerves, and stabs you through the
heart, and beats upon your soul
But can you do that to the box?
Its resourceful mind, filled with thoughts that range from love
to grief, from the gutter to the stars, from pole to pole,
Can seize its thoughts between fingers of steel,
Begin them at the start and follow them through in an orderly
fashion to the very end.
Can you do that?
And what can you say that a juke-box can’t, and say it in a
clearer, louder voice than yours?
What have you got, a juke-box hasn’t got?.
Well, a juke-box has no ears, they say.
The box, it is believed, cannot even hear itself.
IT SIMPLY HAS NO EARS AT ALL.
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