| Song | Why Modern Radio Is A-OK |
| Artist | Roman Candle |
| Album | Oh Tall Tree in the Ear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Roman Candle | |
| I was down at my favorite watering hole | |
| with a buddy of mine that was out on parole | |
| and we were flipping through the jukebox, | |
| talking how we’d been and how we are. | |
| He’d got a library card and he’d pierced his tongue | |
| and a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young | |
| and he thought that it’d be best to play some for the entire bar. | |
| Now he didn’t know, but while he was in jail, | |
| I’d had my heart broken by a woman to wondrous to tell | |
| and we‘d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played. | |
| So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine | |
| and I saw “Comes a Time” come on the karaoke screen | |
| I’d realized there was a couple things I had forgot to say: | |
| Don’t play Neil Young | |
| Don’t play Van Morrison | |
| Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing | |
| Because there’s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see | |
| and that’s why modern radio is A OK with me. | |
| He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing, | |
| you could turn on the a.m. and John Lennon would sing | |
| or Frank Sinatra would be talking to all of the girls. | |
| And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove | |
| or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love | |
| and ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls. | |
| Now my buddy rattled on till an hour'd gone by | |
| and I thought to spit a mouthful of beam in his eye, | |
| maybe leave him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay. | |
| So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June | |
| And how "I don't know where I stand" is a true love tune | |
| I bought another round just in time to hear him say: | |
| They don’t play Sam Cooke | |
| They don’t play Merle Watson | |
| They just trade some Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham for a broke-down Datsun. | |
| And there’s no way it'll break my heart as far as I can see – | |
| And that’s why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me. | |
| He said it makes me so mad I want to get up and shout it | |
| and I smiled and said I hadn’t thought that much about it | |
| We walked out the street and parted ways. | |
| I might‘ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent | |
| so I went on home, and Lord knows where he went | |
| but I wrote myself a letter to all modern dj’s: | |
| Don’t play Bob Dylan | |
| Don’t play "Loose Ends" | |
| Don’t play anybody that’s ever read Sir Patrick Spens | |
| Because there’s no way it'll break my heart as far as I can see – | |
| And that’s why modern radio is a-ok with me. |
| zuo qu : Roman Candle | |
| I was down at my favorite watering hole | |
| with a buddy of mine that was out on parole | |
| and we were flipping through the jukebox, | |
| talking how we' d been and how we are. | |
| He' d got a library card and he' d pierced his tongue | |
| and a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young | |
| and he thought that it' d be best to play some for the entire bar. | |
| Now he didn' t know, but while he was in jail, | |
| I' d had my heart broken by a woman to wondrous to tell | |
| and we' d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played. | |
| So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine | |
| and I saw " Comes a Time" come on the karaoke screen | |
| I' d realized there was a couple things I had forgot to say: | |
| Don' t play Neil Young | |
| Don' t play Van Morrison | |
| Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing | |
| Because there' s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see | |
| and that' s why modern radio is A OK with me. | |
| He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing, | |
| you could turn on the a. m. and John Lennon would sing | |
| or Frank Sinatra would be talking to all of the girls. | |
| And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove | |
| or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love | |
| and ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls. | |
| Now my buddy rattled on till an hour' d gone by | |
| and I thought to spit a mouthful of beam in his eye, | |
| maybe leave him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay. | |
| So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June | |
| And how " I don' t know where I stand" is a true love tune | |
| I bought another round just in time to hear him say: | |
| They don' t play Sam Cooke | |
| They don' t play Merle Watson | |
| They just trade some Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham for a brokedown Datsun. | |
| And there' s no way it' ll break my heart as far as I can see | |
| And that' s why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me. | |
| He said it makes me so mad I want to get up and shout it | |
| and I smiled and said I hadn' t thought that much about it | |
| We walked out the street and parted ways. | |
| I might' ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent | |
| so I went on home, and Lord knows where he went | |
| but I wrote myself a letter to all modern dj' s: | |
| Don' t play Bob Dylan | |
| Don' t play " Loose Ends" | |
| Don' t play anybody that' s ever read Sir Patrick Spens | |
| Because there' s no way it' ll break my heart as far as I can see | |
| And that' s why modern radio is aok with me. |
| zuò qǔ : Roman Candle | |
| I was down at my favorite watering hole | |
| with a buddy of mine that was out on parole | |
| and we were flipping through the jukebox, | |
| talking how we' d been and how we are. | |
| He' d got a library card and he' d pierced his tongue | |
| and a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young | |
| and he thought that it' d be best to play some for the entire bar. | |
| Now he didn' t know, but while he was in jail, | |
| I' d had my heart broken by a woman to wondrous to tell | |
| and we' d fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played. | |
| So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine | |
| and I saw " Comes a Time" come on the karaoke screen | |
| I' d realized there was a couple things I had forgot to say: | |
| Don' t play Neil Young | |
| Don' t play Van Morrison | |
| Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing | |
| Because there' s no way it will break my heart as far as I can see | |
| and that' s why modern radio is A OK with me. | |
| He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing, | |
| you could turn on the a. m. and John Lennon would sing | |
| or Frank Sinatra would be talking to all of the girls. | |
| And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove | |
| or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love | |
| and ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls. | |
| Now my buddy rattled on till an hour' d gone by | |
| and I thought to spit a mouthful of beam in his eye, | |
| maybe leave him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay. | |
| So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June | |
| And how " I don' t know where I stand" is a true love tune | |
| I bought another round just in time to hear him say: | |
| They don' t play Sam Cooke | |
| They don' t play Merle Watson | |
| They just trade some Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham for a brokedown Datsun. | |
| And there' s no way it' ll break my heart as far as I can see | |
| And that' s why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me. | |
| He said it makes me so mad I want to get up and shout it | |
| and I smiled and said I hadn' t thought that much about it | |
| We walked out the street and parted ways. | |
| I might' ve gone to a movie, but my money was spent | |
| so I went on home, and Lord knows where he went | |
| but I wrote myself a letter to all modern dj' s: | |
| Don' t play Bob Dylan | |
| Don' t play " Loose Ends" | |
| Don' t play anybody that' s ever read Sir Patrick Spens | |
| Because there' s no way it' ll break my heart as far as I can see | |
| And that' s why modern radio is aok with me. |