I am deafened by clapping and cheers,
I am blinded by singers’ wide grins,
I have suffered for so many years,
From the high C’s and pop idols’ din.

Sounds were sifted through me, and went flying
Off the stage, through the air, to your soul.
There’s the man on whom all hope I’m laying -
It’s for him that I’ve suffered it all.

I heard sighs enough about the silver moon,
Beaming stars of blissful nights would bawl or croon,
There was one played on a saw - I nearly died,
But I magnified, and magnified, and magnified...

His voice booms in the lower keys,
In the upper, it’s sharp as a blade.
He will show what a great star he is.
In my way, though, I may be as great!

He is breathing so hard, he is straining
Every sinew - I fear he’ll drop dead.
My long, flexible neck I’m craning
Towards his face that seems golden with sweat.

I heard sighs enough about the silver moon,
Beaming stars of blissful nights would bawl or croon,
There was one played on a saw - I nearly died.
But I magnified, and magnified, and magnified...

Suddenly I blow up: "Can’t you hear it -
This is bilge, what you sing, cut the crap!
It’s like treacle, it’s saccharine syrup.
People, tell him that he should shut up!"

Voice in wilderness! In vain, my call,
I am wobbling, all things seem afloat.
He is pouring, like balm, bitter gall
In my long and long-suffering throat.

I heard sighs enough about the silver moon,
Beaming stars of blissful nights would bawl or croon,
There was one played on a saw - I nearly died.
But I magnified, and magnified, and magnified...

I have always disliked lies and liars.
What of that? I had really no choice.
It’s my job, I am an amplifier,
So I suffered, yet amplified lies.

Then I groaned, and the loudspeakers hollered,
But he twisted my neck, and I quaked.
They unscrewed me - I was deftly murdered
And replaced by some lousy old fake.

I heard sighs enough about the silver moon,
Beaming stars of blissful nights would bawl or croon,
There was one played on a saw - I nearly died.
But I magnified, and magnified, and magnified...

It will meekly accept all they say -
That is why on my neck it’s now screwed:
We are often replaced - that they may
Go on mouthing their lies undeterred.

...We were lying, a few hours after,
Tightly packed in a noir, dusty case,
And the other mike told me, with laughter,
"He was so glad that you’d been replaced."