Radio Static (The Dystopian Cabaret)
So much radio static. Sigh. Welcome to Bananasutra Radio, philosophy à gogo about how to flow over egos that blow... and the joy of sharing what we know.
Lyrics
[Intro] Shhh… tune in. Frequency of the free and the flawed. Where logic sings lunacy, And truth gets the last laugh. [Verse 1] In our dystopian cabaret, The clowns wear crowns, the saints get down. Sinners confess, big hearts decay… It’s real surrealité. The rich feel poor in peace of mind, The poor feel rich in borrowed time, We trade our trust for stolen lines, And laugh it’s all gonna be fine, [Pre-Chorus] Attention spans in flames, Empathy’s the rarest game, So we joke, we woke, name names, Then feel a little less humane. [Chorus] So much radio static! Extroverts gone manic, Meek heroes turned tragic, The Sad, the Mad, the Bad! It all rhymes, aren’t you just glad? Bananasutra Radio! Philosophy à Gogo, Not for profit, not for show, Just the joy of knowing what we know. [Bridge] Between the buzz and the bling, You might hear something true sing. Frequency clear through the noise, Like conscience finding its voice. The tired, wired, half-awake, Still dream, still dance, still make... Through static, chaos, clickbait rain, Let’s hum our way back to sane. [Final Chorus] So much radio static! Extroverts gone manic! The meek and the magic, Still laughing through the tragic! Bananasutra Radio Where wonder breaks the algorithm’s hold, And every soul, young or old, Tells truth like it’s made of gold. [Outro] Signal fading, Spirit staying. Tune in again… Blessed be mayhem ;)
