Imagine every piece
Of popular music you've ever heard
From your earliest blips of consciousness
That's what this haunted station is.
It's owners and employees hands
Are unwittingly guided by the ghostly dead
Of decades past now
Decades we have walked through
Where we were finding our way
As young ones
And now our love haunting our today
As we walk headlong
In quiet acceptance towards death
Thundercat when did you start
How you know all of our hearts
Now now and then
Solemn reassuring beauty
I haven't heard in years
Turn the music on
Let the endless desire play your heart
On and on and on
On and on and on
Southern Nights Bette Davis Eyes
Macho Man Blueberry Hill
Easy Lover got those bedroom eyes
True blue feelings you can't disguise
Was it everyone I encountered
In those days when I was young
Turn the music on
Let the endless desire play your heart
On and on and on
On and on and on