The Soul of Radio

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The Soul of Radio ©2016 Robert George BMI

I was in an antique store along the Georgia coast
It was full of long forgotten curios and ghosts
There were books and artifacts,
A dusty tenor sax
Old coins and a rustic fiddle and a bow
Gibson F-5 mandolin,
Sleepin’ in the bargain bin
And its pillow was a vintage Zenith radio

It had brass knobs and a honey oak veneer
When I brought it home I swore that I could hear

The soul of radio
Born from long ago
As I sat in my old chair
Voices filled the midnight air
Like a phantom in the dark
I could feel it haunt my heart
Melodies that seemed to glow
They made me whole
And that’s the soul
The soul of radio

It’s the final home to jazz and blues and mystery
I closed my eyes and heard the news and history
There were families at night,
Gathered at the fireside
Tuned in to the wisdom on the mantel shelf
I knew how it must have felt
Listening to Roosevelt
Say there’s nothing left to fear but fear itself

I heard music unify a nation’s will
And I prayed there’s nothing that could kill

The soul of radio
Born from long ago
As I sat in my old chair
Voices filled the midnight air
Like a phantom in the dark
I could feel it haunt my heart
Melodies that seemed to glow
They made me whole
And that’s the soul
The soul of radio

It’s something that my spirit feels
I can’t put my finger on
The timeless magic it reveals
Will forever linger on

In the soul of radio
Born from long ago
As I sat in my old chair
Voices filled the midnight air
Like a phantom in the dark
I could feel it haunt my heart
Melodies that seemed to glow
They made me whole
And that’s the soul
The soul of radio

O I share a beer
With the tales it tells
The War of the Worlds
Read by Orson Welles…