From the recording The Gilded Sound

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Lyrics

Goodnight, Satellite

Here is the armchair I ride to war
Here’s my loudhailer hear me roar
Supporting the contestants from afar
More of a satellite than a star
Crushing opposition in my tiny fist
Enemy names slipping on the list

I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen

Remote control fixed in hand
Opinions held up now to beat the band
Crushing opposition in my tiny fist
Enemy names slipping on the list

I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen

And State TV will play the blues
Not at star or a satellite
Not at star not even a satellite

I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen