Please save the soul that TV killed.
The flashes and movement mean nothing
I need grand ventures and the font
of my own imagination. Passing in front
of my eyes as I am transported
back to a time I don't remember
and things that I never experienced.
But I can learn, sweet radio. Take me back
to your days of quick talk and sleuthing.
Brash characters and bold adventures.
Please, make my imagination live again.
Television's killing me with
it's laughter by decree and
drama by the numbers.
It's a fill-in-the-blanks quirkiness
that I can no longer stand
Thank you, Radio.