My Radio Waves
© 2001 Jesse Slokum
Like a mole burrows under ground
I was a hare hoppin' around,
Without his own hutch, a car with no clutch,
Thinking, "I ain't lost til I'm found,"
Thinkin', "I was lost, now I'm found!"
I was filled up with such disgust,
That I was blinded by mistrust
Living my life badly, giving it up, sadly,
'Til I saw truth is what is JUST.
Now, I see TRUE is what is JUST.
Sparkling cathodes speak out on the breeze,
My Radio waves don't ever freeze.
The Holy Grid whispered, "Now listen to this bird."
Silky anodes told me, "Take my ease,"
Silky anodes tell me, "Take my ease,"
Now, I hear you so soft and clear,
Like the hair in Jack Rabbit's ear,
My tingling fingertips long to touch your sweet lips
When your loving arms hold me near,
When your loving arms hold me near, hold me near...
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