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Television Static
by Daniel Young
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I woke up in the morning
I was a big mess
Couldn't figure out
How to get myself dressed
I've been so damn bored
That I've been confused
It's been a long, long time since I've been amused
I've been at home watching television static
You can call me up on the telephone
I can't promise that I won't be drunk or stoned
I'll look you straight in the eyes
Through the telephone speaker and the telephone line
I've been hoping, hoping for so long
Where does it all go from here?
Does it all light up?
Or, does it all disappear?
There ain't too much to tell, that ain't been told
I'm sitting here staring at the eggs cooking on the stove
The toast is burnt, or maybe just right
I don't mean to put up a fight
All I need is a sunny side up kind of day
People cheat and lie and tell bad jokes
They'll put their goddamn foot in the bicycle spoke
Until the wheel runs them right over
Then they're wishing on a four leaf clover
The shootin' stars are shinin' tonight
Where does it all go from here?
Do we all light up?
Or, do we all just disappear?
I woke up in the morning
I was a big mess
Couldn't figure out
How to get myself dressed
I've been so damn bored
That I've been confused
It's been a long, long time since I've been amused
I've been at home watching television static
You can call me up on the telephone
I can't promise that I won't be drunk or stoned
I'll look you straight in the eyes
Through the telephone speaker and the telephone line
I've been hoping, hoping for so long
Where does it all go from here?
Does it all light up?
Or, does it all disappear?
There ain't too much to tell, that ain't been told
I'm sitting here staring at the eggs cooking on the stove
The toast is burnt, or maybe just right
I don't mean to put up a fight
All I need is a sunny side up kind of day
People cheat and lie and tell bad jokes
They'll put their goddamn foot in the bicycle spoke
Until the wheel runs them right over
Then they're wishing on a four leaf clover
The shootin' stars are shinin' tonight
Where does it all go from here?
Do we all light up?
Or, do we all just disappear?
