Styles of the Times Yo La Tengo

I woke up in Barcelona, headed south inside a van
With the radio switching stations, set on scan
A lot of people talking, [?] sitting on my lap
[?] scores, northern war, headed back to [?]

Crawling toward the east
Crawling toward the east
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you

I woke up against my wishes, boombox outside my door
Like I've been awakened a thousand times before
I was blinded by the science
The MC rhymed mad cow with Maureen Dowd
The [?] and the all new three's a crowd

I'm headed toward the beat
Crawling toward the east
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you

Woke up, it was a gentle morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was her daddy talking like I was a fool
Talking about evil, talking about God
Mushy mush about that guy
Martin Sheen played in The Dead Zone