video killed the radio star

How has technology changed your job?

If you ever yelled at a radio dj because they started talking exactly when they shouldn’t, and so ruined a perfect recording of your favourite new song, then this question is probably a bit tricky because where to even begin…

#oldschool

ain’t nobody

that moment.
the beat. soft, low.

filling you up

inside, so wide
so quiet, so bright.
it sounds familiar
warm

and suddenly you know the song.

it’s new
the beat is different
faster,

just the thing for today’s youth
what a word
that used to be you
when did you lose the ‘th’?

but the music,
the rhythm
it’s all the same

you know it
deep down inside
know it since you heard it
so often, so often

on the radio
in the car,
in the kitchen
in the living room

everywhere it was on the air
the djs loved it, as djs do

and soon you had all the lyrics in your head
as if they’d always been there
captured effortlessly
that’s the way it was
it happened so naturally

you didn’t even know it was love
and now you’re flying through the stars
and hope this night will last for ever

but the voice is young, so young
couldn’t have been more than a toddler
then
when you were listening
dancing
singing to the song
like nobody was watching
coz nobody was watching

you were in your space
your own place
moving to the music
all by yourself
and loving it

ain’t nobody
loves me better
makes me happy
makes me feel this way

and there you are again

time never passed
you’re still there
in your space
your own place

loving the music
feeling the sound
like nobody’s watching
coz nobody’s watching

it’s just you
flying through the stars

knowing this will last forever

 

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