Post by beefmasterfranks on Jun 5, 2006 21:28:29 GMT -5
i found a neat (intelligent as well) little write up about this rc song here:
yeweiblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/roman-candle-not-lovin-modern-radio.html
also - this blog posts the lyrics, which were an amazing read on their own:
I was down at my favorite watering hole
with a buddy of mine that was out on parole
and we were flipping through the jukebox,
talking how we'’d been and how we are.
Well he'’d got a library card and he'’d pierced his tongue
And a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young
And he thought it'’d be best to play some for the entire bar.
Now he didn't know it but while he was in Jail
I'’d had my heart broke by a woman to wondrous to tell
And we'‘d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played
So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine
and I saw "comes a time" come on the karaoke screen
I'd realized there was a few things I had forgot to say:
Don'’t play Neil Young
Don'’t play Van Morrison
Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing
Because there'’s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see
And that's why modern radio is A OK with me.
(Over the sound of the bar noise my friend looked at me and said):
He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing,
you could turn on the am and John Lennon would sing
or Frank Sinatra would speak to all of the girls.
And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove
or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love and
Ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls.
Now my buddy rattled on till an hour had passed
And I thought about shoving his head through the front door glass
And leaving him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay.
So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June
And how true love goes from midnight to noon
I bought another round just in time to hear him say:
They don'’t play Sam Cooke
They don'’t play John Cash
They let some high school emo band play the prettiest trash
And there'’s no way it can break my heart as far as I can see
And that's why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me.
He said it makes me so mad I want to get out and shout it
And I smiled and said I hadn'’t thought that much about it
and we walked out the street and parted ways
I might'‘ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent
so I went on home, the Lord knows where he went
and wrote and open letter to all modern dj's
(saying)
Don'’t play Bob Dylan
Don'’t play the Bends
Don'’t play anybody that'’s ever heard Sir Patrick Spens
Because broken hearted people are looking for a little something to ignore
And that is why modern radio is better than ever before
And that is why modern radio is better than ever before
yeweiblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/roman-candle-not-lovin-modern-radio.html
also - this blog posts the lyrics, which were an amazing read on their own:
I was down at my favorite watering hole
with a buddy of mine that was out on parole
and we were flipping through the jukebox,
talking how we'’d been and how we are.
Well he'’d got a library card and he'’d pierced his tongue
And a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young
And he thought it'’d be best to play some for the entire bar.
Now he didn't know it but while he was in Jail
I'’d had my heart broke by a woman to wondrous to tell
And we'‘d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played
So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine
and I saw "comes a time" come on the karaoke screen
I'd realized there was a few things I had forgot to say:
Don'’t play Neil Young
Don'’t play Van Morrison
Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing
Because there'’s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see
And that's why modern radio is A OK with me.
(Over the sound of the bar noise my friend looked at me and said):
He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing,
you could turn on the am and John Lennon would sing
or Frank Sinatra would speak to all of the girls.
And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove
or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love and
Ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls.
Now my buddy rattled on till an hour had passed
And I thought about shoving his head through the front door glass
And leaving him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay.
So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June
And how true love goes from midnight to noon
I bought another round just in time to hear him say:
They don'’t play Sam Cooke
They don'’t play John Cash
They let some high school emo band play the prettiest trash
And there'’s no way it can break my heart as far as I can see
And that's why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me.
He said it makes me so mad I want to get out and shout it
And I smiled and said I hadn'’t thought that much about it
and we walked out the street and parted ways
I might'‘ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent
so I went on home, the Lord knows where he went
and wrote and open letter to all modern dj's
(saying)
Don'’t play Bob Dylan
Don'’t play the Bends
Don'’t play anybody that'’s ever heard Sir Patrick Spens
Because broken hearted people are looking for a little something to ignore
And that is why modern radio is better than ever before
And that is why modern radio is better than ever before