Davenport Cabinet Audible Dream
Let's sustain out here in silence; the distant sounds we now ingest.
The radio is just plain violence; too many melodies to forget.
Don't say that party's over, we moved the record machine! Don't say
we're starting over, just give us an audible dream!
All our heroes started falling the day the airwaves too that crash; the
simple things we took for granted, the sounds that matter have now
passed.
We should be famous right now, no chance to wait it out; their
dreams are sliding down the world of pseudo-sound. We couldn't
always stay here, washed up with the years; executive decisions and
their greedy intuitions make it clear.
Don't say the party's over, we moved the record machine! Don't say
we're starting over, just give us an audible dream!
