There’s this song they keep playing on the radio.
I hear it everywhere I go.
I know I should be over you.
But I don’t know what else to do.
I still love everything about you,
I miss you eyes,
Your smile,
and mostly that little song
We used to listen to on the radio.
The radio was turned on full volume, the presenter’s voice an authoritive figure in the interview he was conducting. I listened in closely, trying to pick out anything that might seem out of the ordinary.
‘So your new album is coming out soon I do believe? Why don’t you tell us a little bit about that?’
‘Well it is called Bleeding Hearts and it’s really written mostly about that one special person in my life.’
Katie Shepherd
i was listening to them again today. i just cant seem to stop. god, they just make me so happy. i cant remember anything when im listening to them. not the way she used to hold me or the way she used to tell me shed be with me forever. not the way it hurt, killed, when she walked away. i loved her, you know, and i wish i could stop thinking about it.
Skylar
waves. like the ocean, except in the air… public. private. asking and answering questions, like most media forms. vocal. you have to listen.
The radio was blazing in the background. Chris didn’t really pay attention, he was ferally focused on completing an assignment he had been given by his physichs professor. Time was running short and he needed to pass or he would get debunked down to a lower class.
I love to listen to the radio. I like kat country. the radio has been a big part of my down time. the music always seems to have answer to how I feel. I remember recording songs onto tape off the radio, how things have changed
Brenda
I haven’t listened to the radio in a long time. I miss listening to it as I fall asleep. Lately I’ve been listening to kpop only. The only way I know what people my age listen to is when my school plays it. I miss american music haha..
Helps you to imagine , just listening to the words, creating scenes in your mind. Feeling the music, the voices, make your own story. It goes to every place in the world.
I heard it coming. The radio waves rounding the corner. I looked back and I knew I didn’t have much longer. Running wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t win. It was going to get me. Penetrate my ears. It’s the end.
The music blasted out from the radio as he grinned, all teeth. “TOPS!” He shouted over the rush of the noise and hooked a hand around the other’s neck, yanking the tall lanky teen down over himself to give a press to the other man’s lips. Just casual crap was the best.
I saw the waves from the radio. They hit me in the face. I
Lauren
The radio was silent. It wasn’t usually; on a normal day it could be heard from 9 am till 5 at night – pop, country, rock. Whatever they felt like. Who knew ghosts retained their musical taste?
is what saved me as a kid. in the middle of the night, there was a call in program where, besides playing all kinds of music that i had never heard, gave people the chance to talk about some of the things that were troubling them; not a therapy session, but it definitely gave us night owls a sense of community that we couldn’t find anywhere else.
When the radio began to hiss and crackle like the fire, Dad leapt out of his chair and yelled, ‘OUT! EVERYONE OUT!’ We bolted from our comfortable chairs and fled out through the kitchen; Sally was crying because Dad had shouted. When we got outside, Dad shepherded us to the old apple tree and we watched as the radio sparks shot through the room and hit the gas oven.
Lucy
I listen to the radio every time I get in my car. I can’t have it not on because then I will start thinking about the things in life I try to keep away. I will remember that I’m a little lonely. The radio, I feel, is one of the best things in the world because any of the music you can dance to and express yourself in a different way.
Taylor
Julian Casablancas teaches us that music on the radio can be deadly. What we hear is absorbed through the pores of our minds, and we embody the socialized expectations of the popular culture we idolize. Lady Gaga, on the other hand, embraces the “freak” in all of humanity. This is true art–coming to terms with the reality of a splintering society and merging it with the creative fantasies of the dark and isolated, but most passionate, arenas of our minds.
Erin Waters
i remember glancing at you. you sat with arms crossed, brooding as usual. we had taken a walk in snowy woods just a week earlier, and you confessed your crush on me in your mumbled, restless way. and now i sat on the bed listening to radiohead and my thoughts and moody you.
Turn the radio up and listen, because I’m only going to say this once. The invasion is upon us folks!!! We’re all going to die! We’re doomed!!!!!!!!! That’s right, gonna die of shock when we see how doomed we are with the other store’s prices! Invasion USA!
Raymond Masters
Taylor turned up the radio in his car, nodding his head to the beat of the rap song that was playing. It wasn’t until he looked up that he became aware of a girl standing in the middle of the road. He jammed his foot against the brake, swerving and nearly colliding into the ditch. He righted the car just in time, and when he looked back up, the girl had disappeared.
There’s not much to say about that. You hear alot of things on the radio. There are wars going on, crimes being committed and songs that make you wanna scream and rip your hair out. I barely listen to the radio. If I do, I listen to folk music. Or oldies. Seems like those were the days.. Unlike now.
Whitney
I decided work on transforming my head into a radio.
The world could not understand at first, and was hard to try and get someone’s attention without scaring them,
But then I finally fixed it so it would play the music I wanted and everyone loved me for who I was.
Im Radio kommen immer die besten Lieder. Denn die wissen, was gespielt werden muss, was die Leute mögen. Und die Leute mögen dann, was gespielt wird. Ich hatte kein Radio. Der einzige Moment, wir Radio hörten, war der Samstagnachmittag, wenn meine Mutter die Sonntagskuchen buk. Und bei dieser Gelegenheit hörten wir immer nur Opernsängerinnen mit schrillen Stimmen.
I don’t listen to the radio. They never play the music I like. I prefer to listen to my iPod. I can pick what I want to listen to, when I want to listen to it. With NO commercials! :) That’s all I have to say.
Lauren
to play music. listen. feel. favorite songs. not so favorite songs. terrible songs. but some really good ones that get your juices flowin, got you singing all day, and fre unlike itunes. prefer whats the name…pandora! love pandora. and xm radios legit too. no one doesnt like the radio. no one prefers to go without music in their lives. most people wish they could have a soundtrack to their lives.
tatum jestila
Voices flowing into eardrums of unaware people as they cruise through mindless traffic. Going nowhere except everywhere they don’t want to be. Work, school, the gym. Constantly going, going crazy. The world spins and radio plays on.
April Kopp
Drifting in and out of a pleasant sleep in his new “limo”, Jensen’s thoughts followed the gentle murmurings of a radio off in the distance playing an old Stones song, Sympathy for the Devil. A slight smile crept up his face as he sank back into his dreams.
As I sit lonely in my bedroom. I can hear the muffled screams, the dishes breaking and her every cry. I have found the corner within my cell. This prison will not be home to me for much longer, I tell myself. I stare at the single door, hands covering my ears, tears leaving trails behind them on my cheek, and all I can think about, is darkness. I feel heat, as fire is my only light source. I am overwhelmed with emotion. This is my hell. Closing my eyes, I see my way out. One push of a button will be all I need. I separate my hand from my push and reach for my savior. The screams, the glass and the cries are overpowered. Until next time.
kroq, power, it’s a dying yet still exciting medium. It’s so fun and inspiring yet is being killed by itself and technologies. I for one, will never stop listening to the radio.
Phil
i heard on the radio the other day about a car crash in san fransisco, it happened while a jb concert was happening on the other side of town and a girl wanted to get there fast because she was in a hurry
Adi
I’ve never been very fond of the radio. I know that of the mass-cultural media is the one that is a little less, commercial could be said?, but I guess around here there has never been a station that cautivates me. So sad, it has so much potential, and they alwas tell I have a good voice for radio.
He turned on the radio as we drove down Lincoln drive with the sun shining on our shoulders and the wind blowing our hair in every direction possible. It was a beautiful summer day in the north part of California when we decided to go for a long drive.
Bailey
it makes me laugh cause my favorite programs are so funny! I love to listen to it in the traffic and know about new songs. I love Ibero and my favorite programs are BDSF y el Triste
cecilia
I heard waves. Waves from a distance. Over there, beyond a frontier I had never realised was present. Waves like tiny fingers going through my ears and my hairs, waves of doubt and relief.
Sittin’ here listenin’ to the radio… All songs that relate to me.
Thinking about that moment when I told you… And that weird feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when you’re head fell to you’re hands.
Very little can get you on the verge of tears… So, I guess the fact that I’m anorexic really got to you.
laughalot
on the radio
songs come on the radio all day
songs that make you smile and dance like and idiot and songs that bring back memories
songs that fit the mood and songs that dont
the radio can be a life line, telling you when the storm is going to pass figuratively and physically.
<3
Abigail Colbeth
The small brown radio was the last memory Horace held. The radio was battered and beaten, yet it held the infinite beauties of a lifetime. He fiddled with the dial and pushed the buttons, soaking in the last few minutes he had.
The radio plays the soft croon of a sixties woman as Dave sits on his front porch. The night is clear and above him, he can see thousands – millions – of tiny bright stars lighting up the sky. It reminds him of his father and the rain. Life is simple. It’s enough.
There’s this song they keep playing on the radio.
I hear it everywhere I go.
I know I should be over you.
But I don’t know what else to do.
I still love everything about you,
I miss you eyes,
Your smile,
and mostly that little song
We used to listen to on the radio.
The radio was turned on full volume, the presenter’s voice an authoritive figure in the interview he was conducting. I listened in closely, trying to pick out anything that might seem out of the ordinary.
‘So your new album is coming out soon I do believe? Why don’t you tell us a little bit about that?’
‘Well it is called Bleeding Hearts and it’s really written mostly about that one special person in my life.’
i was listening to them again today. i just cant seem to stop. god, they just make me so happy. i cant remember anything when im listening to them. not the way she used to hold me or the way she used to tell me shed be with me forever. not the way it hurt, killed, when she walked away. i loved her, you know, and i wish i could stop thinking about it.
waves. like the ocean, except in the air… public. private. asking and answering questions, like most media forms. vocal. you have to listen.
The radio was blazing in the background. Chris didn’t really pay attention, he was ferally focused on completing an assignment he had been given by his physichs professor. Time was running short and he needed to pass or he would get debunked down to a lower class.
I love to listen to the radio. I like kat country. the radio has been a big part of my down time. the music always seems to have answer to how I feel. I remember recording songs onto tape off the radio, how things have changed
I haven’t listened to the radio in a long time. I miss listening to it as I fall asleep. Lately I’ve been listening to kpop only. The only way I know what people my age listen to is when my school plays it. I miss american music haha..
Helps you to imagine , just listening to the words, creating scenes in your mind. Feeling the music, the voices, make your own story. It goes to every place in the world.
I heard it coming. The radio waves rounding the corner. I looked back and I knew I didn’t have much longer. Running wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t win. It was going to get me. Penetrate my ears. It’s the end.
We listen to it on the way to school. Sometimes that’s the only time I have with you.
It’s loud most of the time. How come you don’t get it?
The music blasted out from the radio as he grinned, all teeth. “TOPS!” He shouted over the rush of the noise and hooked a hand around the other’s neck, yanking the tall lanky teen down over himself to give a press to the other man’s lips. Just casual crap was the best.
I saw the waves from the radio. They hit me in the face. I
The radio was silent. It wasn’t usually; on a normal day it could be heard from 9 am till 5 at night – pop, country, rock. Whatever they felt like. Who knew ghosts retained their musical taste?
Killing time in the car, tunes blasted, pushing sound waves out the to the masses on the sidewalks. Terrible music, too.
is what saved me as a kid. in the middle of the night, there was a call in program where, besides playing all kinds of music that i had never heard, gave people the chance to talk about some of the things that were troubling them; not a therapy session, but it definitely gave us night owls a sense of community that we couldn’t find anywhere else.
When the radio began to hiss and crackle like the fire, Dad leapt out of his chair and yelled, ‘OUT! EVERYONE OUT!’ We bolted from our comfortable chairs and fled out through the kitchen; Sally was crying because Dad had shouted. When we got outside, Dad shepherded us to the old apple tree and we watched as the radio sparks shot through the room and hit the gas oven.
I listen to the radio every time I get in my car. I can’t have it not on because then I will start thinking about the things in life I try to keep away. I will remember that I’m a little lonely. The radio, I feel, is one of the best things in the world because any of the music you can dance to and express yourself in a different way.
Julian Casablancas teaches us that music on the radio can be deadly. What we hear is absorbed through the pores of our minds, and we embody the socialized expectations of the popular culture we idolize. Lady Gaga, on the other hand, embraces the “freak” in all of humanity. This is true art–coming to terms with the reality of a splintering society and merging it with the creative fantasies of the dark and isolated, but most passionate, arenas of our minds.
i remember glancing at you. you sat with arms crossed, brooding as usual. we had taken a walk in snowy woods just a week earlier, and you confessed your crush on me in your mumbled, restless way. and now i sat on the bed listening to radiohead and my thoughts and moody you.
Turn the radio up and listen, because I’m only going to say this once. The invasion is upon us folks!!! We’re all going to die! We’re doomed!!!!!!!!! That’s right, gonna die of shock when we see how doomed we are with the other store’s prices! Invasion USA!
Taylor turned up the radio in his car, nodding his head to the beat of the rap song that was playing. It wasn’t until he looked up that he became aware of a girl standing in the middle of the road. He jammed his foot against the brake, swerving and nearly colliding into the ditch. He righted the car just in time, and when he looked back up, the girl had disappeared.
There’s not much to say about that. You hear alot of things on the radio. There are wars going on, crimes being committed and songs that make you wanna scream and rip your hair out. I barely listen to the radio. If I do, I listen to folk music. Or oldies. Seems like those were the days.. Unlike now.
I decided work on transforming my head into a radio.
The world could not understand at first, and was hard to try and get someone’s attention without scaring them,
But then I finally fixed it so it would play the music I wanted and everyone loved me for who I was.
Im Radio kommen immer die besten Lieder. Denn die wissen, was gespielt werden muss, was die Leute mögen. Und die Leute mögen dann, was gespielt wird. Ich hatte kein Radio. Der einzige Moment, wir Radio hörten, war der Samstagnachmittag, wenn meine Mutter die Sonntagskuchen buk. Und bei dieser Gelegenheit hörten wir immer nur Opernsängerinnen mit schrillen Stimmen.
I don’t listen to the radio. They never play the music I like. I prefer to listen to my iPod. I can pick what I want to listen to, when I want to listen to it. With NO commercials! :) That’s all I have to say.
to play music. listen. feel. favorite songs. not so favorite songs. terrible songs. but some really good ones that get your juices flowin, got you singing all day, and fre unlike itunes. prefer whats the name…pandora! love pandora. and xm radios legit too. no one doesnt like the radio. no one prefers to go without music in their lives. most people wish they could have a soundtrack to their lives.
Voices flowing into eardrums of unaware people as they cruise through mindless traffic. Going nowhere except everywhere they don’t want to be. Work, school, the gym. Constantly going, going crazy. The world spins and radio plays on.
Drifting in and out of a pleasant sleep in his new “limo”, Jensen’s thoughts followed the gentle murmurings of a radio off in the distance playing an old Stones song, Sympathy for the Devil. A slight smile crept up his face as he sank back into his dreams.
As I sit lonely in my bedroom. I can hear the muffled screams, the dishes breaking and her every cry. I have found the corner within my cell. This prison will not be home to me for much longer, I tell myself. I stare at the single door, hands covering my ears, tears leaving trails behind them on my cheek, and all I can think about, is darkness. I feel heat, as fire is my only light source. I am overwhelmed with emotion. This is my hell. Closing my eyes, I see my way out. One push of a button will be all I need. I separate my hand from my push and reach for my savior. The screams, the glass and the cries are overpowered. Until next time.
kroq, power, it’s a dying yet still exciting medium. It’s so fun and inspiring yet is being killed by itself and technologies. I for one, will never stop listening to the radio.
i heard on the radio the other day about a car crash in san fransisco, it happened while a jb concert was happening on the other side of town and a girl wanted to get there fast because she was in a hurry
I’ve never been very fond of the radio. I know that of the mass-cultural media is the one that is a little less, commercial could be said?, but I guess around here there has never been a station that cautivates me. So sad, it has so much potential, and they alwas tell I have a good voice for radio.
He turned on the radio as we drove down Lincoln drive with the sun shining on our shoulders and the wind blowing our hair in every direction possible. It was a beautiful summer day in the north part of California when we decided to go for a long drive.
it makes me laugh cause my favorite programs are so funny! I love to listen to it in the traffic and know about new songs. I love Ibero and my favorite programs are BDSF y el Triste
I heard waves. Waves from a distance. Over there, beyond a frontier I had never realised was present. Waves like tiny fingers going through my ears and my hairs, waves of doubt and relief.
Sittin’ here listenin’ to the radio… All songs that relate to me.
Thinking about that moment when I told you… And that weird feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when you’re head fell to you’re hands.
Very little can get you on the verge of tears… So, I guess the fact that I’m anorexic really got to you.
on the radio
songs come on the radio all day
songs that make you smile and dance like and idiot and songs that bring back memories
songs that fit the mood and songs that dont
the radio can be a life line, telling you when the storm is going to pass figuratively and physically.
<3
The small brown radio was the last memory Horace held. The radio was battered and beaten, yet it held the infinite beauties of a lifetime. He fiddled with the dial and pushed the buttons, soaking in the last few minutes he had.
The radio plays the soft croon of a sixties woman as Dave sits on his front porch. The night is clear and above him, he can see thousands – millions – of tiny bright stars lighting up the sky. It reminds him of his father and the rain. Life is simple. It’s enough.
nothing good is on the radio anymore. radios are too big to fit in your vagina. but you can try!