Couch Potato from JVC by Jack Van Cleaf

Oh, you can blame it on the pisces
Fish that swim in circles
Round and round your fluid soul
While the water’s going down
Both those guppies gonna drown
In the bottom of a toilet bowl

No one has the answer
For you or the cancer
Living in your dumbstruck mind
When you set something in action
Then you watch it happen
Until you’re bored or out of time

Oh, it’s no pleasure to live a life out of love
Think this would go better
If you shot yourself in the tub

Oh, a decade in the making
Couch potatoes baking
Underneath the blazing sun
And everybody’s getting hungry
And running out of money
Call me when the sucker’s done

Baby, write a new song
There’s nothing left to go on
Nonetheless to pay the bills
Oh, and anything could go wrong
I’m going back to Tucson
Remote controls and little white pills

Oh, it’s no wonder
You’re such a fool for the drug
‘Cause when you go under
It’s easier to look up

You spend your time
Finding a precious new way to exit your mind
In front of the TV, taking it easy tonight
Are you comfortably warm?
Is your comforter more like a cage?
With every motion you’re only rolling in your grave

You spend your life to work like a dog all damn day
And come home at night, hoping that someone will say

You deserve a break
Sit down on the couch
You deserve a break
You’re too hard on yourself
Oh, you deserve a break
Sit down on the couch
Oh, you deserve a break
You’re too hard on yourself
You’re too hard on yourself

• Americana
• Folk
• alt-country
• indie folk
• roots rock
• singer-songwriter
• Encinitas