Patrick O'Reilly - Busted Radio

There is no music tonight, my darling,
This radio is busted.
You can turn the dial all you want.

But it's old, yellowed bakelite,
Worn-down wood grain
Dusty dials and needy needles.

When I turned it on
It crinkled like sheets of aluminum,
It squeeked and died,
Like a heartsick mouse.

Just then it started flickering like a candle
And I thought there was hope,
But, alas, distortions always prevail with us.
There is no music tonight, my darling,
This radio is busted
And we'll have to dance alone.

Patrick O'Reilly

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