Remote Control

When those in charge just keep holding their hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look into their eyes, and continually repeat, "everything's fine, it's all okay, everything's fine...relax, trust me...it's all going to be alright" despite your most rational protest, what then?? Moreover, if prayer is just a "magic-trick" to get what is wanted, and it doesn't work, it's easy to feel just as disconnected from above as from D.C.

Lyrics: Jeff Kreh

I got to know where the road leads in my time
and find that it is when your mind is mine
I need you to come and show me
Show that you really know me

Blow my heart when the world is snowy
waken up til it's extra glowy
raindrops turn to gumdrops
gumdrops help the pain pop

The gloom is ever pressed
down here is where the rest are best
to be or not has truly left the scene

Lost the remote control (two-way sound system's broken)
Lost the remote control (and so all praise is token)
My, oh My, old eyes are clouds of rain
My, oh My, we will never be the same
Unless somebody leaves this couch to change the dial
Who will say, "I"?

(Why did you stop there?)

The gloom is ever pressed
down here is where the rest are best
to be or not has truly left the scene


Lost the remote control (two-way sound system's broken)
Lost the remote control (and so all praise is token)
My, oh My, old eyes are clouds of rain
My, oh My, we will never be the same
Unless somebody leaves this couch to change the dial
Who will say, "I"?

I got to know where the road leads in my time
and find that it is when your mind is mine
I need you to come and show me
Show that you really know me


Blow my heart when the world is snowy
waken up til it's extra glowy
raindrops turn to gumdrops
gumdrops help the pain pop


The gloom is ever pressed
down here is where the rest are best
to be or not has truly left the scene