Basic Cable Lyrics - Singles - Aesop Rock

Television, all hail grand pixelated god of 

fantasy, murder scape and perspective 

fuck a sore channel changed digit 

I sit with a nasty network intervenes 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 canope 

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 

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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, mearly 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 telepromter 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 sick string of correspondent 

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 

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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 fix 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