The clowns are running the circus
The show is run of the mill
They’ve picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill

The shameless and the appalling
Have sunk things to a new low
What has become of the world that we used to know

Did I dream it
What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul
I could hear it, sat right near it
Back when my whole world was the radio

Time was when people could move you
With just a voice and a song
I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong

The daydream had to make way for
The nightmare that was to be
Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea

Did I dream it
What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul
I could hear it, sat right near it
Back when my whole world was the radio

Even though the writing’s on the wall
It’s through rose-coloured glasses I recall
That golden age
I’m beholden everyday…

Did I dream it
What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul
I could hear it, sat right near it
Back when my whole world was the radio

The clowns are running the circus
The show is run of the mill
They’ve picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill

Forleden kom jeg for skade at lytte til musikradio på DR, bl.a. et genhør med Jørgen de Mylius. Og jeg fik en umiddelbar og dyb forståelse af Ron Sexsmiths sang “Radio” fra hans nye plade The Last Rider. Selv om den har lidt af det der ‘det var bedre i gamle dage’ ove sig – men lige netop når det kommer til radioen har han sgu ret. Det var bedre i gamle dage…