Track of the Day: 'I Was a Lover'

A reader writes:

So you were hinting at a window view contest in a recent Orbital View. Come December 11, there may be many of us employees of the federal government looking for something to do. A contest might be a nice shutdown distraction.

On a separate note: The multiple, incompatible interventions in Syria has me thinking back to the strategic error that was (or perhaps still is) the Iraq War. Our actions contributed to the current crisis in Syria and constrain our options. When thinking about the Iraq War, I find myself listening to TV on the Radio’s masterful “I Was a Lover.

Heard above. And full lyrics below:

I was a lover, before this war
held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door
now that I’ve cleaned up, gone legit
I can see clearly: round hole
round whole, square peg don’t fit

I’m locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns
my clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there’s no one around mano y mano, on a bed of nails
bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don’t make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town
just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert
in a slowdance with commerce
like a lens up a skirt

And we liked to party
and we kept it live
and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
to keep a handle on all this jive

Ennui unbridled, let’s talk to kill the time
how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
and it’s been a while since we went wild and that's all fine
but we’re sleepwalking through this trial
and it’s really a crime it’s really a crime it's really a crime
it’s really criminal

We're just busy tempting, like fate’s on the nod
running on empty, bourbon and god
it’s been a while since we knew the way
and it's been even longer since our plastic priest class
had a goddamned thing to say

I was a lover before this war