Sing In My Meadow, volume 3 – Late Night Radio
When we get back from China (if we get back from China)…I plan to get to work mixing this damn thing and then get it in your hands for those Summer road trips that you all have planned….although with the price of gas these days, one can’t just jump in the car and take off for parts unknown, like the good-ole-days, without first sitting down and doing some serious financial planning. In any case perhaps we can just close our eyes, pop on our headphones and pretend to be eating up those miles. I’ve loved the radio since I was a kid, not just music, but talk shows, sports casts and the madmen. I still listen to it all the time (rarely to music stations, mainly to madmen). I especially like it while I’m driving long distances and it just can’t be beat late at night when most of the world is asleep. I love twisting the dial, pushing the buttons, listening to one station fade in while another fades away, it’s never ending and so magical the way it is just out there (so much more romantic and mysterious than the internet and all the protocols needed to connect to it). Here is a rough mix of Late Night Radio, enjoy:
Late Night Radio
Under his pillow whisper low
They creep in through his radio.
That long-distance howling at the moon.
Wille Stargel at the bat.
Some freak singing about his Siamese cat.
“Ask the Pastor” sowing through his dreams.
Hey girl, wanna touch my soul?
Do you listen to late night radio?
Come away with me.
He likes the way it eats the miles,
The way it pulls you, like a child
Holds your hand,
Briefly lifts the veil.
The way the music curls like smoke,
Where the mildly sane and the madmen float,
The hum of night, the freedom in the air.
Hey love, can I reach your soul?
Do you listen to late night radio?
Come away with me.
Under his pillow whisper low
They creep in through his radio.
All that distance filling up the room.
Firmly locked in the long grey middle
He reaches out and starts to fiddle
Just to hear them howling at the moon.
Hey babe, do you doubt my soul?
But I listen to late night radio.
Come away with me.
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