Playing Bruce Springsteen - Radio Nowhere
Mon, 2007-12-10 16:35 - Kerry
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I was trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushing the last lone American night
(Chorus:)
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there
This is Radio Nowhere
Is there anybody alive out there
I was sitting around a dead dial
Just another lost number in a file
Dancing down a dark hole (some say it’s “Been in some kind of dark cove”)
Just a-searching for a world with some soul
(Chorus)
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices
Speaking in tongues
(Chorus)
I was driving through the misty rain
Just a-searching for a mystery train
Bopping through the wild blue
Trying to make a connection with you
(Chorus)
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I just wanna hear some rhythm
I just wanna hear your rhythm
I just wanna hear your rhythm
(repeat until end)
Comments
The sound of someone talking or singing to me
I can't remember how old I was, but I remember the color of the transistor radios my grandparents gave me and my brother for Christmas. His was royal blue and mine was this putrid vomit pea green.
I loved my radio. I slept with it every night. It was perhaps the single-best Christmas gift I ever got in my life. It allowed me to stay close to human-sound well after I was forced to go to bed, alone, in a dark room that scared me. I kept the radio under my pillow, and there I slept to the sound of voices talking and singing to me. As long as the radio was on, I wasn't alone.
My dad would come in later at night and turn it off, and that would wake me up.
He didn't understand my need for my contact to the outside world, even in my sleep.