Difficult Listening Hour by Laurie Anderson Lyrics

Good evening. Welcome to Difficult Listening Hour. The spot on your dial for that relentless and impenetrable sound of difficult music. So sit bolt upright in that straight-backed chair, button that top button, and get set for some difficult music

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I came home today, and I opened the door with my bare hands and I said: Hey! Who tore up all my wallpaper samples?
Who ate all the grapes--the ones I was saving?
And this guy was sitting there, and I said:
Hey, Pal! What's going on here?
And he had this smile, and when he smiled he had these big white teeth like luxury hotels on the Florida coastline. And when he closed his mouth, it looked like a big scar. And I said to myself: Holy smokes! Looks like some kind of a guest/host relationship to me. And I said:
Hey, pal! What's going on here anyway? Who are you?
And he said:
Now, I'm the Soul Doctor, and you know, language is a virus from outer space. And hearing your name is better than seeing your face