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  1. My Sweet TV

From the album Interstellar Pirate Queen

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An ode to what really matters.

Piano and Vocals: Marilyn Rucker
Bass and Vocals: Gary Feist
Additional Vocals: Sharon Maner, Becky Cavanaugh, David Marks
Drums: Masumi Jones
Accordion: Jimmy Shortell (he plays everything, folks!)

Lyrics

My Sweet TV
The soul chilling cold of January
The flesh melting heat of July
The nine to ten months of prickly pollens
Making me wheeze and cry
The ankle-twisting, ill paved trails
Throughout the hill country
Yes these are the things that call me back
To my couch and my sweet t.v.

So give me a bottle of middle grade wine
And a tube of cold cookie dough
All I ask is a blanket
And your cushiest throw pillow
Then leave me to wander
The paradise
Of recorded reality
Cause no one makes me feel as fine
As my couch and my sweet t.v.
My love wants me to ride a mountain bike
With him in the rain and the mold
"If I love him" he claims
I'll get off my butt before I'm too fat and old
To make it across
The twenty foot chasm
He thinks I can somehow leap
Yes this is the thing that calls me back to my couch and my sweet t.v.

So give me a bottle of middle grade wine
And a tube of cold cookie dough
All I ask is a blanket
And your cushiest throw pillow
Then leave me to wander
The paradise
Of recorded reality
Cause no one makes me feel as fine
As my couch and my sweet t.v.

So if you have struggled and striven for health
And the vigor of long ago youth
And you run and you lift and you starve every day
But alas, you’re still long in the tooth.
I promise they’ll be no ridicule
If you choose to join with me.
And no one can make us feel as fine
As the couch and the sweet t.v.

So give me a bottle of middle grade wine
And a tube of cold cookie dough
All I ask is a blanket
And your cushiest throw pillow
Then leave me to wander
The paradise
Of recorded reality
Cause no one makes me feel so fine
As my couch and my sweet t.v.