Jesse Stone Creatchman - Radio's Dead

Did the signal cut out?
Am I singing too weak?
It get lost in translation
Or did I misspeak?
Keep turning up the gain
To static and rain
Got what I need
To weather and numb
Blisters and scratches
And lead on the thumb
If I tune out
What can I say?
Radio's dead anyway
Days spent chasing
The sun to the sea
Who said anything about
Going out gracefully?
The getting is good
When it goes as it should
You burn it all off
When it's all said and done
There's plenty of potential
In the barrel of a gun
Cannon fodders of
Daughters and sons
At the infinite dives
Dripping like cougars
And knives
In with the new
Out with the old
Laundromat cycles of
Hanging the fold
The colours washed out
The linen was frayed
I rolled down
The Overton window
Scalped me a ticket
Caught most the show
Casino roulette
At the Russian ballet
It's fine
I can see it both ways
I'll settle as
Long as I'm paid
Dark as the night
Bright as the day
Old as time
Endless as space
Stir of echoes
Shades of grey
Radio's Dead anyway
Sail the wind
Ride the wave
Pull the string
It's just a phase
The pendulum swings
The music plays
The songwriter sings
Run the tank low
Across South East Ontario
Sleep when I'm dead
Nights are for studio
March up the stairs
And forgive the cliche
God works in
Mysterious ways
Taught that success was to
Mortgage a home
Went to the bank
Asked for a loan
Told my percentile
Didn't match the profile
I had to be escorted out
I'm still not sure what
All the fuss was about
Is it really so suspicious
To run a cash business?
Guess I'll be
Stuck here for a while
Well at least these
Shoestrings have style
Be sure to mean
What you say
Love in fair weather
Button and tie
Always take measure
March up the stairs hauling
Stone, tile and hardwood
Mind your own affairs
As you slip into manhood
Run the tank low
Across South East Ontario
Sleep when I'm dead
Nights are for studio
Marching up the stairs
I heard Nitze say
God's dead anyways
Out of the garden
In to the fire
Burning desires
Sins of the father
Beyond the pale
To whatever avail
To and fro
Above and below

Written by:
Jesse Creatchman

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