from "The Ghost Poets", 1993, Razor & Tie Music Corp.





It's a sad situation, I can't talk about it much

Way to grab some magic, way to keep in touch

Like a never-ending friend, where the truth remains unspoken

Hammer down, not a sound, my radio is broken



It's been with me since my younger days

I'd lie awake at night

to a clear channel mainlining watts of holy light

Heard the black guys down in Memphis,

The white boys from L.A.

There was something there in the air

But now it's gone away



(CHORUS:)

Turn it up, here we go...broken radio

Big dreams, soul screams...broken radio

Dirty bars, two guitars...broken radio

Shake those hips and sync those lips...

...broken radio



I remember what was playing

when they told me Jack was gone

Can't forget the one Mary said would be our song

Was a soundtrack for the passion

A comfort through the years

It's the kind of rush I miss so much

It ain't been 'round for years



(CHORUS)



Now you can tell me that it's over

The time for me is past

But I gave my soul to rock 'n' roll

so you can kiss my ass

And take all your consultants

Your focus groups and charts

All I want is just someone

who brings it from the heart



(CHORUS)









--words & music by Michael Stanley