I hear our sad song on the radio. You called me to tell me you thought of me. You promised we’d be forever. So now you’re saying never? Nothing has changed, we can still do this. You and me.
But we’re not golden anymore.
Not like the story used to tell.
We don’t kiss or cuddle or run through the rain.
No smiling.
No laughter.
No hugs.
Just pain.
So next time you hear it. Don’t give me a call. Try to forget. Because I sure as hell can’t.
The lights from the clock radio is keeping me awake. I’m trying desperately to fall asleep, but the green glow of the 1, the semi colon, the 2 and the 6 stares at me like the eyes of a hungry panther from the depths of the jungle, daring me to try and sleep.
gogol
I love listening to the radio. It always makes me happy to get in the car in the morning and blast the music and i sing all the way to work. People driving by must laugh when they look into my car and see me singing away to the radio, and that itself is awesome beause I at least made someone laugh first thing in the morning. Hopefully making someones day a little bit more joyful.
Claudia
i heard the song. it reminded me of you, it made me angry. you, make me angry. what you did to me, and did to her right after me. you hurt me. you hurt my heart. im never going to get over you. not because i cant but because i dont want to. never love, never hurt.
tyler stein.
Music and feeling. Turning on and off. Mostly off these days. My radio has a few good songs, but I can’t help but go back to the songs that made me who I am. Maybe I don’t want to be something new. Something on the radio.
Destiny
I hadn’t seen the outside world yet but I’d always heard such wonderful noise coming through that tiny box in the kitchen. Such wonderful noise. That’s when everything was simpler…
Casey D.
bleed me a melody. car. road trip. life. song. tunage. fun. listen. love.
Gregory Applegate
cheap synths and expensive makeup and the speakers are full of it.
it’ll turn to dust when the sun hits, dust and iron filings.
fun’s over. now they’ll just get added to generic breakfast cereals for the masses.
i do not listen to the radio often, at least not to mainstream radio. so many songs of our time only discuss sex and fame. s&m, for example. really? you’re really going to broadcast that message after being beaten by your ex-boyfriend?
I came to this party with one thing in mind but my mind’s been wiped clean, fountain-drink refilled with sunshine and terrible pop and everything is sparkling
public radio is a mess. there are always commercials and horrible crap going on and never enough music. Plus the stations made for my age group always play the same god damn thing all the time. Who gives a crap about Katy Perry anymore? NO ONE that’s who. Same with Lady Gaga.
NikkiKreivi
my favorite radio station is 90.3, i just love hearing the radio while im driving it relax me so much. My radio (nextel) im always talkin & talking
fany
I hear the sounds coming from small radio to my right. Its sounds are nostalgic. They bring with them the memories of my past. THe funky beat remindes me of the bell bottom pants i wore to the disco. The melodic notes of a distant violin remind me of the time when i experienced immense sorry. But as i get lost in my reverie, a thought brings me back. The thought that this is all music. So i pick up my radio, click the off button and go on my way.
Dominic
I hate the real radio. Terrestrial radio my mom calls it. I enjoy last.fm and such though. The real radio never seems to capture my feelings in the moment, like music is supposed to do. I’d rather play DJ myself.
With one exception. Gorilla radio. Lunch would be boring and unbearable without hearing perfect mood creating indie tunes while sitting at a green table in the sun with “friends”. School would suck without it.
The radio was set at fifteen when Logan received the news. He was sitting back in a chair when a man with a burly accent interrupted the easy-jazz, and announced:
“Attention: There is little chocolate left in the world”
Logan shrugged.
Carson
There is music and broadcasting although sometimes its annoying because they overplay the songs.Video killed the radio star. Radios are very cool to think that someone invented them and how its a weird way to spell it. I never really think about that though.
Natalie
take note.
I never meant to be here but here we are, feet on the dashboard and thumbs on the dials.
I still don’t believe it, but your hands knead the music into my skin and you’ve broken the sound barrier.
I think it broke the windows. this is gonna cost a fortune to repair
the movie. 99.5. too much pressure to think of radio and write about it.
Samantha
Once I bought a radio. I thought it was a nifty gift. It was for my cousin. Little did I know, he was allergic to radios. Highly allergic. He was put in the hospital the following morning. I brought the radio to the hospital as entertainment while I sat with him, forgetting he was allergic to it. Anyways, he died. But I do enjoy radios. Very nice things.
Kirill Safin
when they here me on the radio, they all go “whoa, whoa whoa, who is this though?” because they don’t know me, but the airwaves infecting their ears. infiltrating their brain with things they thought they’d never hear. but have no fear, because this won’t be the last time. 60 seconds, to come up with some phat rhymes. bam!
Brett
Turn on the radio
so we can descend
into the midnight dark
on invisible waves
radiating out into galaxies beyond
serenaded by the soft lullabies and quiet tunes
of our yesterdays
I used to be in this after hours radio program at my old High School. It was really fun and I met a lot of really great people there. It makes me sad that the school’s gonna be discontinuing the program starting next year. But then again, the director was a bitch so
Allison
The radio makes me think of my characters because once I read that the author of Twilight listens to the radio and thinks if her characters would like or dislike a song and why. Except I despise the author of Twilight. But its still a good idea I think. Right?
Kelsey Connors
it plays music. It plays all kinds of music. I love music. The radio makes me happy. It’s very entertaining in the car. i love it. oh yes. mhm. the radio has radio waves which provide the music. There are country stations. There are pop stations. There are different kinds of radios. Radio transmitters and yea.
Katie
“Et la radio!”
– Les Cornichons, Nino Ferrer
Ale
There i was listening to the radio. I had heard the song before, but I couldn’t quite remember where. The words and melody sounded familiar and I quickly found myself singing along with the radio, but I still couldn’t place where I had heard the song before.
As the song ended, I just kept humming.
carl mccutchen
radiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradioooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddddddddddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooo I listen to the radio sometimes i dont like commercials though. Also I’ll be all jamming out and then a crappy song comes on :(
lslalala
i dont listen to the radio. it has all these annoying commercials now ANDDDD all the decent radio stations that are have music i like, like kiss 108 all have ONLY pop crap that is replayed OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER again. it’s really annoying. songs get old fast because of that. i like pandora radio because it lets you choose music you like.
once upon a time there was a radio and it was a sad radio but i don’t know why. maybe because he was a radio and had no friends but maybe also because he was broken and was in a dumpster
lslalala
I was listening to the radio one day and was like hey I like this song but then I went under a bridge and was sad cuz I couldn’t hear the radio anymore so I started to cry but then I thought Hey it’s not so bad I could be dead.
Ryan Novak
the radio is on and it is filled with static. there are alien transmissions as an aged reporter reports on the invasion. he is white and middle-aged. there are no minorities involved as it is in the 1940s. a humble family sits around in their mod-print wall-papered living room with green carpets listening to the broadcast
Alex
I used to hate the radio. In the morning you have people talking when all you really want to do is listen to music. On the drive home in the afternoon you have more people talking – they think they are the bees knees, but they aren’t even entertaining. There are endless ads, even on the stations that claim to never have more than two ads in a row.
She turned the dial on and listened. His voice, that golden voice filled her ears again. For most people, they had their own idea of what his face looked like. but she, she pictured him in her mind perfectly. she had every line memorized, everything about him known.
C
I turned on the radio only to hear strange noises where I should have heard my favourite music. It was a distinct noise that I was almost sure wasn’t a weird new age song.
“What the…” I said out loud though there was no one there
“And that folks was the recordings picked up by NASA from outerspace believed to be extra terrestrials. Experts are working at deciphering the language”.
ALIENS!
prolli
The radio played a classic tune. For the barman, it reminded him of his daughter. The policeman who sat on the bar drifted off to his days as a rookie. An old woman sitting alone in the corner thought of the day she first met her recently deceased husband of fifty years.
Edt
Radio’s are presented by regular people. They usually play music, but sometimes, they talk. They also do news. Like traffic, and weather. Some radios, can accept a CD and play your music. Either way, radios, are fun, enjoyable, and entertaining
Allison
The radio buzzed with static again. Jeremy gave it a good thwack, then turned to Martha with an increased amount of impatience. “Tell me where he is!” Jeremy insisted. Martha turned and gave him a cold stone look. He knew, she would never tell.
my favorite song. sometimes i used to fall asleep by the radio. one time i got in trouble and lost my privileges to have my radio… worst punishment EVER
Jeremy
It was the perfect night to drive, windows down, radio blaring, hand out the window. Not a care in the world as the wind whips through my hair. Just me and the open road.
I never listen to the radio anymore. I don’t really know why. Maybe because it’s filled with all of the same nonsensical bullshit music. I hate that crap. Mindless drones. I don’t know why people listen to songs about sex, and bitches, and drugs. Pointless, if you ask me.
I hear our sad song on the radio. You called me to tell me you thought of me. You promised we’d be forever. So now you’re saying never? Nothing has changed, we can still do this. You and me.
But we’re not golden anymore.
Not like the story used to tell.
We don’t kiss or cuddle or run through the rain.
No smiling.
No laughter.
No hugs.
Just pain.
So next time you hear it. Don’t give me a call. Try to forget. Because I sure as hell can’t.
The lights from the clock radio is keeping me awake. I’m trying desperately to fall asleep, but the green glow of the 1, the semi colon, the 2 and the 6 stares at me like the eyes of a hungry panther from the depths of the jungle, daring me to try and sleep.
I love listening to the radio. It always makes me happy to get in the car in the morning and blast the music and i sing all the way to work. People driving by must laugh when they look into my car and see me singing away to the radio, and that itself is awesome beause I at least made someone laugh first thing in the morning. Hopefully making someones day a little bit more joyful.
i heard the song. it reminded me of you, it made me angry. you, make me angry. what you did to me, and did to her right after me. you hurt me. you hurt my heart. im never going to get over you. not because i cant but because i dont want to. never love, never hurt.
Music and feeling. Turning on and off. Mostly off these days. My radio has a few good songs, but I can’t help but go back to the songs that made me who I am. Maybe I don’t want to be something new. Something on the radio.
I hadn’t seen the outside world yet but I’d always heard such wonderful noise coming through that tiny box in the kitchen. Such wonderful noise. That’s when everything was simpler…
bleed me a melody. car. road trip. life. song. tunage. fun. listen. love.
cheap synths and expensive makeup and the speakers are full of it.
it’ll turn to dust when the sun hits, dust and iron filings.
fun’s over. now they’ll just get added to generic breakfast cereals for the masses.
i do not listen to the radio often, at least not to mainstream radio. so many songs of our time only discuss sex and fame. s&m, for example. really? you’re really going to broadcast that message after being beaten by your ex-boyfriend?
I came to this party with one thing in mind but my mind’s been wiped clean, fountain-drink refilled with sunshine and terrible pop and everything is sparkling
public radio is a mess. there are always commercials and horrible crap going on and never enough music. Plus the stations made for my age group always play the same god damn thing all the time. Who gives a crap about Katy Perry anymore? NO ONE that’s who. Same with Lady Gaga.
my favorite radio station is 90.3, i just love hearing the radio while im driving it relax me so much. My radio (nextel) im always talkin & talking
I hear the sounds coming from small radio to my right. Its sounds are nostalgic. They bring with them the memories of my past. THe funky beat remindes me of the bell bottom pants i wore to the disco. The melodic notes of a distant violin remind me of the time when i experienced immense sorry. But as i get lost in my reverie, a thought brings me back. The thought that this is all music. So i pick up my radio, click the off button and go on my way.
I hate the real radio. Terrestrial radio my mom calls it. I enjoy last.fm and such though. The real radio never seems to capture my feelings in the moment, like music is supposed to do. I’d rather play DJ myself.
With one exception. Gorilla radio. Lunch would be boring and unbearable without hearing perfect mood creating indie tunes while sitting at a green table in the sun with “friends”. School would suck without it.
The radio was set at fifteen when Logan received the news. He was sitting back in a chair when a man with a burly accent interrupted the easy-jazz, and announced:
“Attention: There is little chocolate left in the world”
Logan shrugged.
There is music and broadcasting although sometimes its annoying because they overplay the songs.Video killed the radio star. Radios are very cool to think that someone invented them and how its a weird way to spell it. I never really think about that though.
take note.
I never meant to be here but here we are, feet on the dashboard and thumbs on the dials.
I still don’t believe it, but your hands knead the music into my skin and you’ve broken the sound barrier.
I think it broke the windows. this is gonna cost a fortune to repair
the movie. 99.5. too much pressure to think of radio and write about it.
Once I bought a radio. I thought it was a nifty gift. It was for my cousin. Little did I know, he was allergic to radios. Highly allergic. He was put in the hospital the following morning. I brought the radio to the hospital as entertainment while I sat with him, forgetting he was allergic to it. Anyways, he died. But I do enjoy radios. Very nice things.
when they here me on the radio, they all go “whoa, whoa whoa, who is this though?” because they don’t know me, but the airwaves infecting their ears. infiltrating their brain with things they thought they’d never hear. but have no fear, because this won’t be the last time. 60 seconds, to come up with some phat rhymes. bam!
Turn on the radio
so we can descend
into the midnight dark
on invisible waves
radiating out into galaxies beyond
serenaded by the soft lullabies and quiet tunes
of our yesterdays
I used to be in this after hours radio program at my old High School. It was really fun and I met a lot of really great people there. It makes me sad that the school’s gonna be discontinuing the program starting next year. But then again, the director was a bitch so
The radio makes me think of my characters because once I read that the author of Twilight listens to the radio and thinks if her characters would like or dislike a song and why. Except I despise the author of Twilight. But its still a good idea I think. Right?
it plays music. It plays all kinds of music. I love music. The radio makes me happy. It’s very entertaining in the car. i love it. oh yes. mhm. the radio has radio waves which provide the music. There are country stations. There are pop stations. There are different kinds of radios. Radio transmitters and yea.
“Et la radio!”
– Les Cornichons, Nino Ferrer
There i was listening to the radio. I had heard the song before, but I couldn’t quite remember where. The words and melody sounded familiar and I quickly found myself singing along with the radio, but I still couldn’t place where I had heard the song before.
As the song ended, I just kept humming.
radiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooradioooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddddddddddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooo I listen to the radio sometimes i dont like commercials though. Also I’ll be all jamming out and then a crappy song comes on :(
i dont listen to the radio. it has all these annoying commercials now ANDDDD all the decent radio stations that are have music i like, like kiss 108 all have ONLY pop crap that is replayed OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER again. it’s really annoying. songs get old fast because of that. i like pandora radio because it lets you choose music you like.
once upon a time there was a radio and it was a sad radio but i don’t know why. maybe because he was a radio and had no friends but maybe also because he was broken and was in a dumpster
I was listening to the radio one day and was like hey I like this song but then I went under a bridge and was sad cuz I couldn’t hear the radio anymore so I started to cry but then I thought Hey it’s not so bad I could be dead.
the radio is on and it is filled with static. there are alien transmissions as an aged reporter reports on the invasion. he is white and middle-aged. there are no minorities involved as it is in the 1940s. a humble family sits around in their mod-print wall-papered living room with green carpets listening to the broadcast
I used to hate the radio. In the morning you have people talking when all you really want to do is listen to music. On the drive home in the afternoon you have more people talking – they think they are the bees knees, but they aren’t even entertaining. There are endless ads, even on the stations that claim to never have more than two ads in a row.
She turned the dial on and listened. His voice, that golden voice filled her ears again. For most people, they had their own idea of what his face looked like. but she, she pictured him in her mind perfectly. she had every line memorized, everything about him known.
I turned on the radio only to hear strange noises where I should have heard my favourite music. It was a distinct noise that I was almost sure wasn’t a weird new age song.
“What the…” I said out loud though there was no one there
“And that folks was the recordings picked up by NASA from outerspace believed to be extra terrestrials. Experts are working at deciphering the language”.
ALIENS!
The radio played a classic tune. For the barman, it reminded him of his daughter. The policeman who sat on the bar drifted off to his days as a rookie. An old woman sitting alone in the corner thought of the day she first met her recently deceased husband of fifty years.
Radio’s are presented by regular people. They usually play music, but sometimes, they talk. They also do news. Like traffic, and weather. Some radios, can accept a CD and play your music. Either way, radios, are fun, enjoyable, and entertaining
The radio buzzed with static again. Jeremy gave it a good thwack, then turned to Martha with an increased amount of impatience. “Tell me where he is!” Jeremy insisted. Martha turned and gave him a cold stone look. He knew, she would never tell.
my favorite song. sometimes i used to fall asleep by the radio. one time i got in trouble and lost my privileges to have my radio… worst punishment EVER
It was the perfect night to drive, windows down, radio blaring, hand out the window. Not a care in the world as the wind whips through my hair. Just me and the open road.
I never listen to the radio anymore. I don’t really know why. Maybe because it’s filled with all of the same nonsensical bullshit music. I hate that crap. Mindless drones. I don’t know why people listen to songs about sex, and bitches, and drugs. Pointless, if you ask me.