Turbulent Indigo — текст песни (mitchell joni)

1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI
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
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.