onsdag 13 Apr 2011, 17:52
I heard grandpa on my transistor radio,
Though he turned in his bones twenty years ago,
And he said, "Kid, there's something that I'd like to show you.
Get your things, it's time for us to go."
So I grabbed my backpack, my flashlight, and a bag of caramel corn.
I got my bicycle, and the radio, and I headed out on on the road. I said,
"I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup!"I headed north to rain that turned to snow
Through rusty towns and dusty gravel roads,
And I said, "Grandpa, where is this thing you wanted to show me?"
He said, "Kid, you got a long way to go."
So I went through canyons, caves and catacombs. I sailed on bicycle boats.
I slept in chapels and brothels, I met the nicest folks.
I said, "I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup!"I heard grandpa on my transistor radio.
He said, "Kid, it's time for me to go,
And I know that there was something that I wanted to show you,
But it's time for you to find it on your own."
Let me tell you about rage when a signal died that day.
"There's nothing out there and I don't care if they take my life away
I'm not ready and I don't want to see, Nope!"It's been years since I heard my transistor radio,
Yet I keep going to where it seems I'm meant to go,
And I finally realized what he wanted to show me:
Where I've been and where I am is the show.
Where I've been and where I am is the show.
Where I've been and where I am is the show.
– Cloud Cult, "Transistor Radio"
songwriting as art