Radio problems.

Listening to the radio I feel so out of place, there’s a certain something missing that the treble can’t erase.
Erm, have you tried playing Ace of Base?
When she woke up late in the morning
Light and the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
O' what a morning
It's not a day for work
It's a day for catching sun
Just laying on the beach and having fun
She's going to get you

I’ve got two pale hands up against the window pane
I’m shaking with the heat of my need again
Starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There’s nothing I can do to revert the gain
I’m looking down to the street below
There’s nothing in the way they move to show
They too know what I know,
They too hunger for the beast below
Video killed the radio star,
He hit him on the head with his old guitar,
He tried to run away, but didn't get far,
That's how video killed the radio star

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Standing by the stereo I’m feeling so alone
With my back against the speaker and I’m moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they’re staring at my face
They’re picking up my problem
There was a young lady from Hitchin
Sat scratching herself in the kitchen
Her mother said "Rose
Pox again I suppose"
Rose said "Bollox gerron wiv yer knittin"
So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you!

We watch the shows -- we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
Ha ha ha haaaa ha ha ha ha haaa ha ha ha haaa ha ha ha ha haaa
ha ha ha ha haaa ha ha ha ha haaaaa ha ha ha haaaa ha ha ha ha

There’s nothing I can do to be cool
I don’t sleep till I’ve had my fuel
It frustrates if I’m deprived
A hunger that grates from deep inside
Feel like I’m doing time
Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
In my mind I must overcome the need to define
Solitary silence of a faceless crime
"Radio is just a fashion contrivance that will soon die out. It is obvious that there never will be invented a proper receiver!"

Thomas Edison.
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