"Turbulent Indigo" as written by and Joni Mitchell....
You want to make Van Goghs?
Raise 'em up like sheep
Make 'em out of Eskimos
And women if you please
Make 'em nice and normal
Make 'em nice and neat
You see him with his shotgun there?
Bloodied in the wheat?
Oh what do you know about
Living in Turbulent Indigo?

Brash fields, crude crows
In a scary sky
In a golden frame
Roped off
Tourists guided by
Tourists talking about the madhouse
Talking about the ear
The madman hangs in fancy homes
They wouldn't let him near!
He'd piss in their fireplace!
He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo

I'm a burning hearth, he said
People see the smoke
But no one comes to warm themselves
Sloughing off a coat
And all my little landscapes
All my yellow afternoons
Stack up around this vacancy
Like dirty cups and spoons
No mercy, sweet Jesus
No mercy from Turbulent Indigo


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    General CommentAs a tribute to Van Gogh, and an insight into manic depression, this song has no equal.
    scotchpie66on December 11, 2010   Link
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    General Commentbrilliant
    no mercy sweet jesus!
    the music in this one i find fun and thrilling
    silverybearon March 29, 2011   Link

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