How to Tune Out the Chickens(response to Leslie Dale Hall Cackling Chickens)

[Verse 1] I’m curled on my couch with the lights down low Mind starts clucking like its own late show They start up cackling when I try to dream Same old chatter, same old scheme Got a buzz in my brain, got a hum in my nerves Like a barnyard crowd on a twisted curve They peck, they pry, they never quit So I paint my nails just to deal with it [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why won’t they fade? Tell me why won’t they fade? But I won’t crack, won’t fall for the trick Flip my hair, change the channel quick [Chorus] Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) I got playlists in my head Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) Dance through the noise in my head God, they can cluck all night God, they can cluck all night I’ll find one second of ease One second of ease [Verse 2] They call my name when the room’s real still Whisper their nonsense like it’s some big thrill Say I’m a mess, say I’ll never win So I grab my keys and I breathe back in I walk that block till my feet feel free Headphones loud with a backbeat spree I make a list of the things I love Like a gentle shield that I’m thinking of [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why won’t they fade? Tell me why won’t they fade? But I got tricks when they start to drip Bubble bath, book, cherry wine sip [Chorus] Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) I play records in my head Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) Cook something sweet instead God, they can cluck all night God, they can cluck all night I’ll steal one second of ease One second of ease [Bridge] I call my best friend just to laugh Take the long way home down the garden path Paint my room in a softer hue Write dumb poems I’ll never use I stretch on the floor till my lungs feel wide Let the violin cry what I hold inside If the storm tries to pull me in I’ll lace my boots, let the dance begin [Final Chorus] Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) I’ve got movies in my head Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) I bake and sing instead Let those old hens squawk Let those old hens squawk I’ll find my pocket of peace My pocket of peace Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) I light candles by my bed Turn the volume up! (turn the volume up!) Pray soft words instead They can keep their cracked-up talk They can keep their cracked-up talk I’ve got my own little peace My own little peace