ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT

Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.

Sitting on the bed,
With a jazz type chick
Round about Midnight,

Piano laughter, in my ears,
Round about Midnight.

Stirring up laughter, dying tears,
Round about Midnight.

Soft blue voices, muted grins,
Excited voices, Father’s sins,
Round about Midnight.

Come on baby, take off your clothes,
Round about Midnight.

  — Bob Kaufman (1925 - 1986), Beat poet.

SONIC YOUTH - SUPERSTAR (Carpenters Cover)

long ago
and oh so far away
i fell in love with you
before the second show
your guitar
it sounds so sweet and clear
but you’re not really there
it’s just the radio

don’t you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you’d be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
i love you, i really do

loneliness, is such a sad affair
and i can hardly wait
to be with you again
what to say
to make you come again
come back to me again
and play your sad guitar

don’t you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you’d be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
i love you, i really do

don’t you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you’d be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
i love you, i really do

ALKALINE TRIO - WE’VE HAD ENOUGH

In the shadows where the heads hang low
You hear voices as the wind blows, asking “can’t you see?”
Reminding you to breathe
It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck
I found a better way to get even with my memory

That said, we’ve had enough
Please turn that fucking radio off
Ain’t nothing on the air waving the despair we feel
NO!

In the darkness where the angels cry
Give us water, give us back our eyes
Our bed’s this concrete floor, and it’s all we have left to live for
A day we’ll never face
We’re only second-handed, sick and lonely
Fighting back the tears and every urge to Van Gogh both our ears

That said, we’ve had enough
Please turn that fucking radio off
Ain’t nothing on the air waving the despair we feel
That said, we’ve had enough
Put “Walk Among Us” on and turn it up
Ain’t nothing on the air waving the hatred we feel
NO!

In the shadows where the heads hang low
You hear voices as the wind blows, asking “can’t you see?”
Reminding you to breathe
It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck
I found a better way to get even with my enemies

That said, we’ve had enough
Please turn that fucking radio off
Ain’t nothing on the air waving the despair we feel
That said, we’ve had enough
Put “Walk Among Us” on and turn it up
Ain’t nothing on the air waving the hatred we feel
NO!

This is our biggest fear
The only tunes that we hear
Come via antenna through your car raid-ee-uh-oh-oh-no

That said, we’ve had enough, we’ve had enough!
That said, we’ve had enough, we’ve had enough!