pop
singer
songwriter
music
folk
roots
canadian
television
george
birchall
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Lyrics
Television
Written by: G. Birchall
Those raping and pillaging types always hogging the airwaves, spotlights.
Roll camera action kick-fights.
Drop the bombs. Cue the glowing lights, via satellite.
Running with military might. CNN at the helm on the hot arab night. To bring you at home pictures you won’t like, but you’ll get the point. You’ll get the point.
**CHORUS: Please if you will not in my backyard. Keep it on TV. Don’t make it hard on me, don’t make it hard. I just want to see...see it on TV.
The hero, he’s alive but he’s scarred on his side. And it’s eight inches wide. And you, you cry, when he closes his eyes. The credits roll and you cry.
The backroom deals of the silver screens that bring us our kung-fu-fight-wet-dreams. Get your bag lets go to the closest store. Red, white and blue it shows in the videos.
**CHORUS.
From the spelling bees, to the fantasies, to the prophecies of the weather man.
**CHORUS.