When she was young, she’d listen to the radio
\nWaitin’ for her favorite song
\nWhen it played, she’d sing along.<\/p>\n
When I was young, I’d listen to the radio
\nWaitin’ to hear her
\nWhen she came on, I’d sing along
\nJust like she did.<\/p>\n
In your youth, a few weeks ago, you’ve never had to wait
\nto hear your favorite song
\nto hear your favorite artist
\nto sing along<\/p>\n
It’s never yesterday.
\nIt’s not even today.
\nIt’s always Right Now.
\nAnd Right Now Once More.
\nAnd once more after that.
\nRight. \u00a0Fucking. \u00a0Now.<\/p>\n
We’re doing 75 miles an hour down the highway and a song pops into your head. \u00a0You, Digital Native, are\u00a0only a few clicks of your radio dial away from every song ever recorded.<\/p>\n
“What’s a radio? \u00a0Why do they call it a dial?”<\/p>\n
That’s when we get to the part
\nWhere you’re breakin’ my heart.<\/p>\n
Shooby doo lang lay, kid.
\nShooby doo lang lay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When she was young, she’d listen to the radio Waitin’ for her favorite song When it played, she’d sing along. When I was young, I’d listen to the radio Waitin’…<\/p>\n