2.10.11

57 Channels and Nothin' On


Undir pálmunum við hylin í morgun kom róp í. Helst vóru tey farin til hendurs á kamarinum, har fronsku dyrnar stóðu opnar út móti sólini. Pínligt. So skifti ljóðmyndin og bleiv til eina reportasju við Celine Dion úr Las Vegas. Er ilt at skilja millum fiksjón og veruleika á hotellkamarinum í Hollywood, so er verri at finna CNN ella eina aðra tíðindarás. Eftir meir enn hálvthundrað klikk við fjarstýringini gav eg upp. Bruce Springsteen hevði rætt og tað í ólukkumát, tá hann í 1992 sang um allar sjónvarpsrásirnar við ongum á:

57 Channels and nothin' on

I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
 With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
 Man came by to hook up my cable TV
 We settled in for the night my baby and me
 We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
 There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
 So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
 I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
 I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
 A message came back from the great beyond
 There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
 We might'a got all nice and friendly
 If we'd made it upstairs
 All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John
 Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
 And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
 And they busted me for disturbin' the almighty peace
 Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
 "Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
 I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
 Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
 Fifty-seven channels and nothin'