Mike Viola King Kong Hand
There's a satellite dish
Bolted on the house next door
It's not even hooked up, the cords just dangling
All that information I just can't hold on to it
My mind is not a siv, my mind's a conduit
Small electric waves surround all living things
Some call it a halo or an aura
It's just the feeling when I'm singing
How am I to know when everything is right
When I'm barreling through this world running every red light?
And how am I to know what you say is what you mean
When I'm barreling through this world of forest evergreen?
Baby baby baby don't give up on us
Let's grow old together
I've got a plant
Its leaves all brown around the edges
And a couch that came with me from New York
That I call King Kong Hand
No Robert Frost
My rhyme's too janky
No Jack and Coke on the rocks
No Christmas cards from Banksy
Show me the way to stop all this buffering
From the traps we set by mistake when we were young and we were suffering
Cause love is not the thing that's staring back at you
From a mirror or a lake or a minivan with a view
No love is not the thing that warms you when you're cold
Love is killing us so slowly if we're lucky to grow old
Baby baby baby don't give up on me
It's only getting better
Where are the blue hills
Where is my desire
To climb into that hole
Where I buried a child
To dive into the fire lake as deep as I can go
And stare up at the sky above me through the murky green below
Way down on the ten I catch the under toe
Let it cool me for a while till I run out of road
And how am I to know when I'm supposed to start
Maybe just hit pause and take it from the top?
And how am I to know what's best for my family
I work hard, I make money, I can get what I need
But I still want this for free
Ah, baby baby baby don't give up on us
Let's grow old together