Track off the album We Are Enchanted, released April 15, 2008
Lyrics:
You can keep your cheap nostalgia
You can keep your lucky pen
Never mind what your parents called you
You're a fine little specimen
Who will you regale with your family folk-tales
now that the radio ran away?
(and a sunset blaze fades to smoke trails)
You could take to the streets
You could take to the shadows
You could fake like you've taken your own life
and you could hide in Colorado
or really anywhere the wind don't blow
go, go go go go make your way past the border patrol and into Mexico!
At the top of the mountain your brain turns to cotton
and your veins turn to ice
Transmitters are on but the songs are long forgotten
These bone-tired anthems will have to suffice
stone-fired anthems will have to suffice
It isn't radio but it almost sounds like
what radio used to sound like
long ago
A schoolboy's magic show in a field of candy
Mouths foaming and bodies slamming
and hearts aglow
It isn't radio
it's a brokedown torch song
buried under a stamped-out campfire
It's the last hot coal
It's isn't radio but it almost sounds like
what radio used to sound like
long ago.
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