"Ooh nice kinda atmospheric intro. Esoteric, Syd Barrett/Robyn Hitchcock territory. Gives me a nice floaty feeling in my brain, like after several hits of butterscotch schnapps." (Garageband.com)
I wrote the music and the word television seemed to fit perfectly in the chorus, so here it is.
Television
Whatcha watching now
Is it something new
Is it better
Or just the same - as
Old show residue
Takes you to a place
You have never seen
Its not hard to
Lose your mind in - the
Little silver screen
Chorus...
Television makes you - forget me
Your new friends
Will fill your life
And keep you satisfied.
Pick up your remote
Put the world on mute
Change the channel
As you become - a
TV prostitute.
Hope you like the show
For the seventh time
You remember
Every line - and
Know who did the crime.
(Musical solo)
Chorus...
Television makes you - forget me
Your new friends
Will fill your life
And keep you satisfied.
Whatcha watching now
Is it something new
Is it better
Or just the same - as
Old show residue
