Song Styles
Strange how the scale forms
In tiny patterns
On my antenna
and The Five O’Clock Show, hello hello …
Brooklyn is crawling with famous people
I turn my vehicle beneath the river, west from south
Through the airwaves-
people never read the airwaves
Do we only feed the airwaves?
I really should have seen through the airwaves
Electric fences line our new freeway
Here in the half-light, the motorhomes leave
Knee-deep in water under a pylon
How slow my heartbeat
How thin the air I’m breathing in
Through the airwaves –
People never read the airwaves
do we only feed the airwaves?
Or stamp them out at street level ?
Airwaves – the dampness of the wind
The airwaves – the tension of the skin
The airwaves
Be in my broadcast when this is over
Give me your shoulder, I need a place
To wait for morning
No it was nothing – some car backfiring –
Please don’t ask questions
I itch all over
Let me sleep
Through the airwaves –
People never read the airwaves
Do we only feed the airwaves?
Or stamp them out at street level ?
Airwaves – the dampness of the wind
The airwaves – the tension of the skin
The airwaves I really should have seen through …
–Thomas Dolby, “Airwaves”
