Aesop Rock - Basic Cable lyrics

Television, all hail grand pixelated god of
Fantasy, murder scape bent perspective
Fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intravenous plan
With a stable diet of my cable pirate
Yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
Born the bastard son of static radiance
Cloned to welcome in every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed
Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though accused by robot news casters
Who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to
Joy luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me
Please make me a zombie
Please I want to donate my brain
To the monstrous Panasonic profit
Now, twenty first century plagued
Dispersed to wide eyed
Glamour addict patients telecast patrons
Blue be the propaganda banners, well
Sure I'll be a Marine
With a clean sword and blue uniform
It only takes a dollar and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply
Fuzz vapor black out of New York, hey honey
Get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin'
Ancient electric secret
Never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
My name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
Turn my stilt into my guilt and have
A chatter box blame frame adjacent station
Make reality scrambled and suck the life
Out of a hidden vandal
And loving every minute of the gimmick
Change the channel

Plug it in, turn it on
Prop me up against the couch lights out
I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house
Satellite dish, get up on my wish list
Turn me to a tyrant
Let my clean spirit dissolve
Through the appliance

Plug it in, turn it on, be
My mother when she's gone, great
Wipe the spittle off my chinny
Chin during the breaks
If I gotta go blind I'mma do it
For the love of all television kind
And that's fine, and that's fine

Make me a star, I wanna touch gold
Hold me suspended in a dream
Merely inches from the screen
Deleted passions sacrificed to
One electron monster
Crucify my little future to the monitor
Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
Zoom in to hug the bug
Up in your family function
But the children seem to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers
Eyes spiraling
Tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
And all the kings horses abort
The loyalty to royalty fuck the fortress
Riddle me with glee
Hoist the end all teleprompter
Above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway
Color my values with mundane humor
In thirty minute tickets
To feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
Example for all my overworked
Underpaid brethren
I bond with a six stringed correspondence
And lurking circuitry circus
With allegiance pledged beyond
The glass surface
Adamant students within the fine school
Of possessed graduate catalysts
Channel zero addict, immaculate
It goes- big screen, little screen
Any screen'll do
Just let me hold the controller and
I won't have to murder you

Plug it in, turn it on
Let my little eyes glaze
Twenty screens lined up along the
Borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast
Fourteen days in advance
So I can get my two weeks
Notice every time the sun dance

Plug it in, turn it on
Silent flicks better than nothing
Let a once divine soul feel
The functions of the hypnotist
The viciousness, ridiculous
Peaking a dummy's interest
Touch the power button meet your maker
Ain't that something?

Plug it in, turn it on
Say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
Fix the antenna
Sit back and let disaster bloom
It's a beautiful sight
With a most ugly intention
But I taste it everyday and
Bathe inside the consequences

Plug it in, turn it on
Never once have you talked back to me
Your majesty, I love you, I despise you
My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news
Bad dramatization come along with me
My friend for the most glorious sensation