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let's sing an ode to commercial radio spin the dial, see what you get a medium dead for 25 years, so why hasn't anyone noticed yet 50,000 watts of bull shit, 50,000 watts of greed too obsessed with selling ads to give the public what it needs. an independent voice is done, one more battle that money's won the pirate stations keep shutting down, one more battle that money's won corporate control and private funds, one more battle that money's won 8-6-5-4-3-2-1, once was good but now it's gone media sex-worker media sex-worker, let's sing an ode to the media sex-worker whose hype intoxication serves to make his writing such a bore we want the stuff about local weirdos, art experiments, clowns and freaks all you cover is green day, rancid, phish, oasis, flavor of the week. the radio's our ears, there's nothing to hear the tv's our eyes, there's nothing to see the paper's our voice, there's nothing to say blind deaf and dumb, we've wasted another day you have the power, why don't you use it? tell us about something new but the P.R. guy from polygram-seagram-nike has ideas for you you don't give a fuck about the music, you just want to sell and sell it might as well be kitchen sinks, you're in their pocket so well. Aus Songtexte Mania