Turbulent Indigo Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

You want to make Van Goghs? 

Raise 'em up like sheep 

Make 'em out of Eskimos 

And women if you please 

Make 'em nice and normal 

Make 'em nice and neat 

You see him with his shotgun there? 

Bloodied in the wheat? 

Oh what do you know about 

Living in Turbulent Indigo? 

Brash fields, crude crows 

In a scary sky 

In a golden frame 

Roped off 

Tourists guided by 

Tourists talking about the madhouse 

Talking about the ear 

The madman hangs in fancy homes 

They wouldn't let him near! 

He'd piss in their fireplace! 

He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo 

I'm a burning hearth, he said 

People see the smoke 

But no one comes to warm themselves 

Sloughing off a coat 

And all my little landscapes 

All my yellow afternoons 

Stack up around this vacancy 

Like dirty cups and spoons 

No mercy, sweet Jesus 

No mercy from Turbulent Indigo