--words and music by Michael Stanley
from "The Ghost Poets", 1993, Razor & Tie Entertainment
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 LA Something there in the air But now it's gone away... 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 that Mary said would be our song Was a soundtrack for the passion A comfort through the tears The kind of rush I miss so much It ain't been 'round for years... 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 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... Turn it up, here we go...broken radio Big dreams, soul screams...broken radio Dirty bars, two guitars...broken radio I ain't joking, my radio is broken... Turn it up, here we go...broken radio Big dreams, soul screams...broken radio Dirty bars, two guitars...broken radio Ain't nobody joking, my radio is broken Turn it up...broken radio Turn it up...oh...broken radio Turn it up, turn it up...broken radio Shake those hips and sync those lips... ...broken radio