No excuses; had plenty of time this week. More meh.
lyrics
When I was younger
I could hear those sweet sermons
Those signals came from deep in space
Out on the AM to me,
Under my pillow,
Felt like I’d won the human race
ships on the coastline sending
Maydays to shore
nothing but static on those
Channels no more
Your towel sings spirit of
Seventy-six
brown pleather burns your
Sun-kissed calves
That evil woman stole the sound of the sun
the song of sepia photographs
a melody knows
a frequency froze
Taking me back to the start
A chorus, a rhyme
Travels in time
I’ve got a silvertone heart
and now we’ve seen another
Century gone by
you’ve got the whole world at your touch
Flick on the philco
And it’s nothing but poison
I miss those AM days so much
ships on the coastline sending
Maydays to shore
nothing but static on those
Channels no more
a melody knows
a frequency froze
Taking me back to the start
A chorus, a rhyme
Travels in time
I’ve got a silvertone heart
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