Turbulent Indigo

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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? [Chorus 1] Oh, what do you know About living in turbulent indigo? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 2] He'd piss in their fireplace He'd drag them through turbulent indigo [Verse 3] I'm a burning hearth, he said, people see the smoke But no one wants 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 [Chorus 3] No mercy, sweet Jesus No mercy from turbulent indigo