Story Behind The Song
One day out of the life of the songwriter he observed the large influences of the medias like TV and pushing Paparazzi has on us.
Song Description
Daily reminders of actual events are worked in the lyrics. Paparazzi and medias are dominate in our daily lives; forming opinions and views not always of the truth or viewers.
| Song Length |
4:17 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Annoyed, Sadistic |
Subject |
News, Television |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Tom Waits |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
THERE'S A CHANGE IN THE ATMOSPHERE,
I CAN SMELL IT IN THE AIR.
THE STARS HAVE ALL GONE OUT TONIGHT,
BURNING UP WITH DESPAIR.
CRASHING INTO VALLEYS HIDDEN BY THE FOG,
CHOKING FROM THE DESTITUDE
THEY'RE ONLY ADDING TO THE SMOG.
COLLECT THEM OFF THE STREETS AT DAWN,
TOSS THEM TO THE MOB
STEAL THEIR SHOES.
THE CURSE OF THE FARNSWORTH BLUES.
SHEARCHING FOR ATTENTION,
THE BIG DUMB BLOND GETS NUDE.
SHOWING OFF HER ATTRIBUTES,
HER TALENT MAKES THE NEWS.
THERE'S A PREDITOR IN WICHITA OFFERING REWARDS,
FOR ANYONE WHO GETS THE SHOT
AS THEY CART HER TO THE WARD.
ME I'M SITTING IN THIS ROOM
FEELING KIND OF BORED.
HOW 'BOUT YOU?
THE CURSE OF THE FARNSWORTH BLUES.
THE DECADENCE IS DEAFENING,
WHY DON'T YOU JUST RIP OFF MY EARS.
YOU'RE A LITTLE WORM INSIDE A FRUIT,
YOU'VE BEEN SQUIRMING 'ROUND FOR YEARS.
DAYS OF USELESS COVERAGE
WITH EVERY MOVE THEY MAKE.
YOU STICK YOUR LENS INTO THE CROTCH,
COME ON GIVE ME A BREAK.
I'M GOING HALF INSANE MYSELF,
I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I CAN TAKE.
HOW ABOUT YOU?
THE CURSE OF THE FARNSWORTH BLUES.