Words: Sam Shepherd
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I knew a guitar player once
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Who called the radio friendly
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He felt a kinship, not with the music so much as with the radio's voice
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Its synthetic quality
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Its voice as distinct from the voices coming through it
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Its ability to transmit the illusion of people at a great distance
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He slept with the radio
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He talked to the radio
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He disagreed with the radio
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He believed in a far away radio land
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He believed he would never find this land
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So he reconciled himself to listening to it only
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He believed he had been banned from the radio land
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And was doomed to prowl the airwaves forever
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Seeking some magical channel
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That would reinstate him to his long lost heritage
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Rise, Sam and Rimsky Korsakov
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John Cale |