MY TV
words and music
copyright © 2001 by
Roy Zimmerman
copyright © 2001 by
Roy Zimmerman
My TV used to sit in my living room
Where it had sat for over two hundred years
Through big family fights, long chilly nights
And days full of heartache and tears
My TV was the focal point of my living room
It could inform and entertain and inspire
‘til one fateful day it was stolen away
By your brother and you lover and Reba McEntire
You can steal my TV
You can watch my TV
But it’s still my TV!
Well, I can see the metaphor is lost on some of you. And I don’t want to come off like some elitist intellectual. So at the risk of dumbing it down for you, I’m going to sing it again. And I’m going to interpret for you all the deep poetical significance of each and every line.
My TV…
The presidency of the United States…
Used to sit…
Be reposed…
In my living room…
In the trust of the American people
Where it had sat for over two hundred years…
Makes sense now, don’t it?
Through big family fights…
The Civil War...
Long chilly nights…
The Cold War…
And days full of heartache and tears…
My own puberty
My TV…
The presidency…
Was the focal point…
Uh, focal point…
Of my living room…
Of the world’s attention
It could inform…
Abraham Lincoln…
And entertain…
Bill Clinton…
And inspire…
Gerald Ford
‘til one fateful day…
December 12, 2000…
It was stolen…
Wrested from democratic control by means of media manipulation, voter intimidation, judicial activism, nepotism and outright fraud…
Away
By your brother…
Jeb Bush…
And you lover…
Katherine Harris...
And Reba McEntire…
Sandra Day O’Connor
You can steal my TV
You can watch my TV
But it’s still my TV
Yeah, you can steal it
You can even watch it
But it’s still my…
Belonging to the American people, many of whom have fought in grisly foriegn wars,presumably to preserve the right to vote...
TV!
Where it had sat for over two hundred years
Through big family fights, long chilly nights
And days full of heartache and tears
My TV was the focal point of my living room
It could inform and entertain and inspire
‘til one fateful day it was stolen away
By your brother and you lover and Reba McEntire
You can steal my TV
You can watch my TV
But it’s still my TV!
Well, I can see the metaphor is lost on some of you. And I don’t want to come off like some elitist intellectual. So at the risk of dumbing it down for you, I’m going to sing it again. And I’m going to interpret for you all the deep poetical significance of each and every line.
My TV…
The presidency of the United States…
Used to sit…
Be reposed…
In my living room…
In the trust of the American people
Where it had sat for over two hundred years…
Makes sense now, don’t it?
Through big family fights…
The Civil War...
Long chilly nights…
The Cold War…
And days full of heartache and tears…
My own puberty
My TV…
The presidency…
Was the focal point…
Uh, focal point…
Of my living room…
Of the world’s attention
It could inform…
Abraham Lincoln…
And entertain…
Bill Clinton…
And inspire…
Gerald Ford
‘til one fateful day…
December 12, 2000…
It was stolen…
Wrested from democratic control by means of media manipulation, voter intimidation, judicial activism, nepotism and outright fraud…
Away
By your brother…
Jeb Bush…
And you lover…
Katherine Harris...
And Reba McEntire…
Sandra Day O’Connor
You can steal my TV
You can watch my TV
But it’s still my TV
Yeah, you can steal it
You can even watch it
But it’s still my…
Belonging to the American people, many of whom have fought in grisly foriegn wars,presumably to preserve the right to vote...
TV!
