Dedicated to the Microradio movement in Austin

Radio,
I'm on the radio.
I'm spinnin' tracks
and reading lines.
The time flies by
when I am on
the Radio.

Radio,
It is the sound,
the background noise
that colors life and
joins our work and
keeps us sane
when we are driving
on the Interstate.

Radio,
it has great pow'r,
to shape our thoughts
and build our minds,
to stretch us out,
and show us how to
sing?

Radio,
it is controlled
by government
and lots of folks
who want to keep
the people down in
chains.

Radio,
I'm on the radio.
to free the air,
to free our speech,
to free the minds
who were enslaved by
radio.

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