
Channel Nine
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- psychedelic folk
- 1960s
- male vocalist
- television
- soundtrack
- singer-songwriter
Lyrics
Verse
Turn the dial past the preacher's drone
There's a map inside my head
Every channel is a little town
Where I never went to bed
Pre-Chorus
Mama calls me down for supper
I just wave her off
The picture tube is humming softer
Than the rain outside the loft
Chorus
Channel nine
You were mine
Every night at half past seven
Channel nine
Fuzzy lines
I could swear I saw the heaven
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Verse
I met a cowboy made of cardboard
He taught me how to ride
There's a lady in a silver dress
Who lives behind my eyes
Pre-Chorus
I can hear the antenna creaking
When the wind comes from the north
Something strange is always speaking
Through the wires that I torch
Chorus
Channel nine
You were mine
Every night at half past seven
Channel nine
Fuzzy lines
I could swear I saw the heaven
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Bridge
Spin the knob
Spin the world
Spin the knob
Watch it blur
Chorus
Channel nine
You were mine
Every night at half past seven
Channel nine
Fuzzy lines
I could swear I saw the heaven
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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