There's a network of arseholes throughout the land,
There's no telling how far their reach goes,
Stuffing money in pockets,
And shaking hands to maintain the status quo,
No it's not evil, sinister or suspect or even conspiracy,
It's only men with empty agendas,
Who only care about making currency,
Revolution to them is a word that describes,
How money makes the world go,
They're born post-war, watched the experiment die,
And they like Big Macs in Moscow,
They have no talent, believe that music's a product,
Which can be produced en masse,
Audible spam for short attention spans,
That can have a product attached,
Please please play this song,
Give the kids a sing-along, radio,
Play it play it, let it play,
Yeah yeah, hey hey, radio,
Get me get me on the air,
Sell me out, I don't care, radio,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, radio,
Play it play it repetitive,
Say it say it repetitive,
Do it do it repetitive,
Like a broken record,
They need heavy rotation for their Idol investments,
For as long as it's worth the promo,
And they hate black music but whites now expect it,
For the rest, there's always emo (emo!),
They still run unscripted life on the TV,
It's a cheap way to entertain,
And if radio plugs it then it'll have content,
'Coz really it's got nothing to say,
Please please play this song,
Give the kids a sing-along, radio,
Play it play it, let it play,
Yeah yeah, hey hey, radio,
Get me get me on the air,
Sell me out, I don't care, radio,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, radio,
Just take over, take over like the U.S. empire,
It's Western popular culture cultivated for the population,
We have control of what you hear,
We control you,
The airwaves were yours,
But we passed laws for radio silence.
credits
from Ready Aim Fire!,
released April 24, 2009
Bass/Vocals: Matt Roberts
Drums/Vocals: Adam Bridges
Vocals/Guitar/Synth: Johnny Barrington
GUESTS
Trumpet: Rob Lee (Los Capitanes)
Vocals: Chris Legge (Dining At The White & The Red Vest)
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019