Текст песни mitchell joni - Turbulent Indigo
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1994 Crazy Crow Music BMIYou wanna make Van GoghsRaise `em up like sheepMake `em out of EskimosAnd women if you pleaseMake `em nice and normalMake `em nice and neatYou see him with his shotgun there?Bloodied in the wheat?Oh what do you know aboutLiving in Turbulent Indigo?Brash fields, crude crowsIn a scary sky ...In a golden frameRoped offTourists guided by ...Tourists talking about the madhouseTalking about the earThe madman hangs in fancy homesThey 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 smokeBut no one comes to warm themselvesSloughing off a coatAnd all my little landscapesAll my yellow afternoonsStack up around this vacancyLike dirty cups and spoonsNo mercy Sweet Jesus!No mercy from Turbulent Indigo."