PRIME TIME by Tom Jensen
Prime time TV…
What the hell did you ever do for me?
Except raise me from almost infancy
Turning me into what what you now see
Prime time TV…
What the hell did you do to me?
Except try to keep me blind to the times
Marching in neat little lines of authority
Your producers try to pawn me
As advertisers try to con me
While the sellers have already sold me
Their hands have helped to mold me
And now they battle for control over me…
A life based on the movies
Another nine o’clock special
Not suitable for children
Maybe violent,
Deadly and racial
Actions aimed at imitation
Famous for a day and in the news
Nothing left for the imagination
Even still the papers get sold
Every week a new sensation
No thought left too bold
The value of the media
Can only be found by those digging for gold
Every night we hurt a little less
Because all the stories have been told
Let it into your memory and then let it be gone
No need to print it, no need to read it
No need to see it, no need to heed it
Everybody would love to see their face on T.V.
Everyone would love to be the inspiration for a movie
Everybody would like to think that they have no equal
Everyone would be the first to star in the sequel
Thoughts float up from the basement of my brain
The part of me that loves what’s bad and when it rains
I only paddle ashore when I get bored
I only float away when I need something more