February 15, 2005

Radio, Radio

For those of you lucky enough to be in the Madison area, the cutie-sans-acronym (who doesn't trip my trigger as much as he used to, which sucks because he's been returning my flirting lately) and I are guest hosting the late night slot on the local radio station tonight (Tuesday). You might be able to listen to it online, but that's not very death-metal of you. Set your alarms for 2 AM Wednesday, Central Standard Time, cos we'll be bringing not only the noise, but also the funk. Our musical selections will make the bourgeoisie and the rebel (never gonna stop). Well, we'll stop, but not until 6 AM / whenever we get bored.


And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Tryin’ to anaesthetise the way that you feel

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don’t give you any choice
’cause they think that it’s treason.
So you had better do as you are told.
You better listen to the radio.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.