TV on 10 - The Uncluded

Take a deep breath, try to relax

Just close the shade, don’t start to panic

Hope there’s no map, in the seat back

Cause if I know, where we’re at

Right as we cross to blue from green

The fiery terror will engulf me

You hold my hand reluctantly

But you look at me like I am crazy

«Planes almost never crash,» you say

«Almost never isn’t never,» I say as I shake

And I fight back tears, my biggest fear

Something going wrong while we’re up here

Eyes closed tight until we land, I don’t care if it’s rare

It happens…

(Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)

It happens…

Five in a den with a TV on 10

229 meeting in a sea beyond them

Married to marathon of bad cable access

Times while the gravitron axis wind

Up, Tony had a hive for the club

Where the toes of the tigers, arrive and errupt

Run’s house flies in a ripening husk

Each unwound one too alive to instruct

On his own, yet wove are a knife in the gut

So a holed-up night was a fiber to clutch

Wednesday 9/2/98, but really

Not even a client of your time and space

Surf in a 20 inch tube

In a home-videos-over-news kinda room

But a casual flip is a light-show dice roll

Looking for a chuckle, might stumble on a cyclone

This just in: tale of a plane crash

Typical affliction to flinch at and change past

Harsh but the city piles stiffs like a haystack

Either you’re a needle or a gray mass

One channel up, wait, maybe change back

Okay, a dose of the old death toll game

Fact: MD-11 in the ocean

Close to the coast of a cold Nova Scotia

Left JFK, smelled smoke in the vulture

Found fire in the hole, never found closure

Now a quote from his homeboy Jeremy:

«My mother took a night flight out of Kennedy»

What?

Yup, she was Switzerland bound

Aw, dude, she’s fine, dude, she’s fine

What you’re thinking is an impossibility of design

Turn it up a second if need a little peace of mind

Halifax divers find no survivors

We just need the name of the city you were flying towards

It’s not like any of us knew the routing

But the given alternative isn’t one we were allowing

Here’s where the room run a fever:

Five in a den waiting on a flight number through a speaker

And I never knew a number as a cleaver

'Till an anchorwoman utter «Swiss Air 111 to Geneva»

Holy fucking shit

What just happened?

That doesn’t happen

We were just sitting here normal

Now they got a motherless child with a father and a widower to phone call

I remember that you rode your bike home

N.Y. autumn like a fright-night fight song

Four stayed up late with the lights on

Combing over every last scale on a python

You were in the hearts of the posse you were raised in

Spoke of in the same breathe as powerful and brave men

Learned life outta death, live with his friends

Five in the den with the TV on 10