(Technically a collaboration between JD and John Vanderslice)nnPale white moon shines down on ColoradonHide my dirty secrets down here in the shadowsnWhere the quaking aspens tremble in the snownHaul me up the hillside, hold me high and let me gonnLet me fall right through my own roof like a meteoritenLet the world and all its wonders leave me to my toys tonightnAnd my ninety six inch television screennLet me die, let me die surrounded by machinesnnHigh winds knocked the power out last nightnBut I’ve got my own supply here all my windows blaze with lightnAnd the light spills through the windows to the empty plane belownFinds nothing but some trees and six fresh feet of snownnAnd I find a broadcast station that’s signed off for the nightnAnd the static floods the speakers in glorious black and whitenOn my ninety six inch television screennLet me die, let me die surrounded by machines