Bye to radio
By Thunder eyes
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### **Verse 1**
Spinner time, but nobody’s listening,
Tuned to a machine that’s overdrafting,
Spilling out echoes from long before,
But what do we even hear anymore?
Now it’s screens, now it’s phones,
Scrolling through lives we don’t even own,
Social signals take control,
While the radio fades out of the soul.
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### **Pre-Chorus 1**
Hear the echoes of the old machinery,
That used to be the number one thing,
In the late golden generation,
But now it’s just a dying machine.
We used to sit down on Sunday days,
Listening to the charts, it played,
What has happened, what made this be?
We don’t know… do you, do we?
We don’t know, you do, do you?
We don’t know, you now, don’t you?
Do you now, don’t you now?
Do you now, don’t you now?
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### **Chorus**
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye, be bye, be bye to the radio,
Do you know what you’re listening to?
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye to the radio,
Do you know what you’re listening to?
Old machinery, old machinery,
Old and worn, completely rust,
Needs to change with the scenery,
Or be left behind in the dust.
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### **Verse 2**
The radio plays, but who’s tuning in?
It’s old-fashioned now, where do we begin?
Maybe reboot, reprogram our minds,
Back to the days of simpler times.
When the 80s spoke through airwaves clear,
Before new tech drowned what we held dear,
It changed some things, improved a few,
But silenced a movement we barely knew.
Now it sits where no one goes,
Only the old guard really knows,
But do they hear it, or is it just noise?
Old machinery… without a voice.
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### **Pre-Chorus 2**
Hear the echoes of the old machinery,
That used to be the number one thing,
In the late golden generation,
But now it’s just a dying machine.
We used to sit down on Sunday days,
Listening to the charts, it played,
What has happened, what made this be?
We don’t know… do you, do we?
We don’t know, you do, do you?
We don’t know, you now, don’t you?
Do you now, don’t you now?
Do you now, don’t you now?
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### **Chorus**
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye, be bye, be bye to the radio,
Do you know what you’re listening to?
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye to the radio,
Do you know what you’re listening to?
Old machinery, old machinery,
Old and worn, completely rust,
Needs to change with the scenery,
Or be left behind in the dust.
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### **Bridge**
Once upon a time, it was everywhere,
A voice in the air, no judgment there,
Music and news just side by side,
No need to choose, no need to hide.
Now it’s buried behind every screen,
In social feeds and TikTok streams,
What we once heard, we barely see,
Lost in the noise of the new machine.
So boot it up just to keep in line,
Reprogram hearts to match the time,
Or fall behind in what we trust…
Another relic left in the dust.
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### **Outro**
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye to the radio,
Be bye to the radio…
To the radio,
To the radio…
What was left of you,
Now we only hear it once in a while,
But when we do, we realise
What life was then… and what it is now.
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