Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Feat
Performer
Bill Payne
Keyboards
Fred Tackett
Guitar
Paul Barrere
Guitar
Marilyn Martin
Background Vocals
Kenny Gradney
Bass Guitar
Richie Hayward
Drums
Sam Clayton
Percussion
Michael Brecker
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Payne
Songwriter
Fred Tackett
Songwriter
Paul Barrere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Payne
Producer
George Massenburg
Producer
Lyrics
Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Fred Tackett
Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face
People runnin' runnin' to and fro, it's such a frantic pace
But in her hand she's got control, remote as that may seem
A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
With the silver screen
Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams
Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene
Her perception of reception is her lone reality
What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care
The rest falls through the cracks, an unconscious stream
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
With the silver screen
In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago
If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go
Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the world
Apocalypse utopia or space not explored
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
Writer(s): Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Frederick Tackett
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