TV, News and Blues

Based on story reported about a 18 month old being killed by a tv on a small tv cart around xmas 2006, the Refreshment's song "Don't Wanna Know," and the birthday/xmas blues.

Ask and he'll say he's alright
But how can he be
Too much sorrow to watch TV
Too much pettiness to read
Even the music has been off since the last decade

And if you know what's to come tomorrow
I don't think he even wants to know
And if you have some sad and sorry news
Leave it for another day
Today he wants to be king of a lonely fortress
A place to forget the world even exist
God bless America if for nothing else

She had only seen one Christmas
Not even old enough to remember or know better
Taken away on an already gloomy day
An accident, a misplaced set
Interest groups and blame dodgers hurl stones at the television
And now they have another victim
I don't think they'll yell and laugh at this tragedy
But rest assured they'll blame the networks for this
And unfortunately that would eclipse everything as the saddest thing

He turned off the lullaby machine
The only thing to help rest his soul at night
The drum beats in songs keep him aware and counting
But the florescent light and sound of it rock him gently
They comfort him in the night where darkness is fear
And to sleep is escape from the days gone by
Except if he dares to dream again

So many things play in the various mediums lately
Christmas and it's mass appeal under attack
No room for display, or is there something more
Why not put all the displays along side it
It is not the only star of the day
Except in the malls where Alexander, George and Abraham play
A present for your presence this day
A short stint in a food line to make yourself feel noble
A mere bandage on a crack in a dam
But yeah you did something, yeah you are some hero

And he feels ill from these phonies and their clouded minds
Forgetting that they could pass knowledge onto the world
Let them know when things really were
Why things had to be rearranged in the dark and early times
Instead they puff them up with futile ideas of charity
Instead of real solutions to saving their fellow man
And living the way our sacrificed teacher would have wanted

And he feels exhausted from all the thoughts
They aren't even all his
So many bring them to him like some emotional bank
Hoping to yield a prophet of relief
But sometimes there is nothing to do
Sometimes the problem is them and their decisions
Falling into a ravine over and over like a lemming
Hoping each time for a different result

And he thinks of those words by Hugo
And he wishes he could find the place he spoke of
Relishing a chance to return to the fields and pastures
A chance to make the picnic work
For what that means only they know for sure
For him it's a change to make a wrong something better

And the TV is off for now
And life is on the back burner for another day
Another year has gone by in his life
Another lost opportunity, or is it a life lesson
He does not know if it's either of both
All he knows is that there is no good news to watch
And nothing less than horrid and stale elsewhere
So all he can do is listen to the music and forget
Lament and hope for something better in time
But don't even think to ask him
He'll just lie and say he's alright