Orange Pleather Sofabed

In your parents’ basement
We've got all the time to kill
Playing old cassette tapes
Back when life was pretty chill
Wooden panels on the walls
And hit our friends with billiard balls and
Watch the clock go spinning round
Into the edge of night when

Frame by frame we built our world
Game by game our life unfurled
Entertainment filled our head
On your orange pleather sofabed

Build a bottle rocket out of garbage from the shed
Write a silly song and wonder later why it fled
Holidays at grandmas house and
Play a game of cat and mouse with
Years of life we can't get back
Except in memory

Frame by frame we built our world
Game by game our life unfurled
Entertainment filled our head
On your orange pleather sofabed

T.V.

You sit there by the T.V. screen
Static buzzing and the air freezing
Don't you know you put a spell on me
Magic acting fast

The lady on the advert says
”All you need to take a girl to bed
Is take this pill and don't eat bread
While the offer lasts”

And channels fly in front of me
Game shows and reality
The noises fill my mind and colors burst
Maybe we should turn it off
And sit outside and laugh and talk
Well, maybe one more episode first

The doctor on the late night stage
Caused a teen to enter weeping rage
Cause now he knows that the baby
Wasn't really his

And all the while you sit by me
Bowl of popcorn and it's almost three
And forever I know I'll remember this

And technicolor paints my world
There's a brand new show tonight I heard
But I wonder if there's something that we miss
Maybe we should ditch this room
See the stars and feel the moon
But the T.V. said they'd be back right after this

Baby, Don’t You Touch That Dial

When the lights go down
And the day is drowned
In a wash of scattered thoughts and dreams

And you lay your head
On the pillow dead
And drift off to sounds of singing strings

Hear the singer telling stories bout his
Long lost lonely love
But is that love?

Now sleep and dream my baby
And don't you let it
Feel and seem like maybe
The morning's gonna change things
Just keep listening a while
And baby, don't you touch that dial

Jockey plays a tune
Only he and you
In your room with radio up loud

And he helps you sleep
As you're drifting deep
Mr. Blue Sky takes you Above the Clouds

Don't you worry bout the morning
It can worry 'bout itself
There's no one else

So sleep and dream my baby
And don't you let it
Feel and seem like maybe
The morning's gonna change things
Just keep listening a while
And baby, don't you touch that dial

9:22 P.M.

I got your number
And I wrote it on my hand
Cause a lot of people told me to

I think of your brown hair
Every little perfect strand
And those eyes that seem to poke right through

I'm dialing and hoping that your dad's not home tonight
But I gotta know
If you wanna
Go a while with me

I got your number
And I wrote it on my hand
Cause a lot of people told me to

You got that brown hair
Oh, and every little perfect strand
And those eyes that seem to poke right through

I kept some butterflies inside my chest tonight
Cause I gotta know
If you wanna
Go a while with me

Videomelody

Rewind the VHS when you've finished it
Put it safely in its sleeve and never do forget
The way it made you feel at night
Sleeping by the T.V. light
Waking up to static where you sit

Someday
We'll say
“Do you recall the tune of
Videomelody?”

Shut up and watch this part, I know every line
Don't you dare to interrupt, the timing is sublime
Every single written word
In the perfect movie blurb
Tells us the shape of every plot point

Someday
We'll say
“Do you recall the shape of
Videomelody?”

Don't you know
Transmission just changes the mode
When one goes
A worse one will come to replace it

Let's go back to a world where our fingers work
Use them for buttons or eating with a fork
Someday all our films wear out
Records start to skip throughout
Nothing is the same as it was

Someday we'll say
“Do you recall the feel of
Videomelody?”