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Turbulent Indigo Lyrics
You wanna 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,
Tourists 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.”
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?
In a scary sky...
In a golden frame,
Roped off,
Tourists guided by...
Tourists talking about the madhouse,
Tourists 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.
“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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As a tribute to Van Gogh, and an insight into manic depression, this song has no equal.
brilliant no mercy sweet jesus! the music in this one i find fun and thrilling