Turbulent Indigo

[Verse 1]

You wanna 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?

[Chorus 1]

Oh, what do you know

About living in turbulent indigo?

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus 2]

He'd piss in their fireplace

He'd drag them through turbulent indigo

[Verse 3]

I'm a burning hearth, he said, people see the smoke

But no one wants 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

[Chorus 3]

No mercy, sweet Jesus

No mercy from turbulent indigo