Flat Top - Leo Kottke

Flat top intervention Bringin' home the new invention See it there in pieces on the ground A television war between the cynics and the saints Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on Ah, sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing Look at all the washed out Hippie dreams And it's fallin' all around us Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us? Fallin' all around us I'll turn my head off for a while The tabloid generation's lost Choking on it's fear Used to be that's all we had to fear And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak There's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street A visionary coward says that anger can be power As long as there's a victim on TV And it's fallin' all around us Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us? Fallin' all around us I'll turn my head off for a while And my dirty dreams all come alive On my TV screen And assasination plots Show me what I haven't got Show me what I love, and who I'm supposed to be Show me everything I need Show it all to me Show it all to me And it's fallin' all around us Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us? Fallin' all around us I'll turn my head off for a while

In a little cabaret In a south Texas border town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry and hopped to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it down But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The cabaret until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play

Corrina, Corrina, Where you been so long? Corrina, Corrina, Where you been so long? I been worr'in' 'bout you, babe, Ever since you been gone I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings. I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings. But I ain' a-got Corrina, Life don't mean a thing. I walked the world On the bottom of the sea I walked the world On the bottom of the sea Cause I can't breath When she talks to me Corrina, Corrina Where you been so long? Corrina, Corrina, Where you been so long? I been worr'in' 'bout you, babe, Ever since you been gone