"The Radio Song" lyrics
I died on a zebra crossing Abbey Road
I choked on a burger down in Tupelo
I drowned face down like a Rolling Stone
I crashed with the Crickets in the Oklahoma snow
I was burned on a pyre by the Joshua Tree
O.D'd in a bath down in old Paris
I jumped from the bus off the Brunel Bridge
And they're still out looking for me
Now this sexual healing's got me
Rocking and reeling
Singin' oh, what a feeling
I'm just dancing on the ceiling
Won't you gimme some loving, baby
Hold on, I'm coming
'Cause here comes the sun
And those were the days
We threw it all away
In a purple haze
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
When Cathy's clown was the Talk of the Town
We were homeward bound getting deeper and down
On the night train with Aladdin Sane
Stumbling through the desert on a horse with no name
Eight miles high singin' an American tune
When Lawdy Miss Clawdy saw the whole of the moon
Busted and stoned and so tired of being alone
In a Pink Cadillac down Tobacco Road
So hey, Mary Lou, have you seen Lucille?
Is Mr. Bojangles down in Margaritaville?
Have the tracks of my tears got you reeling in the years
Is the purple rain falling on Penny Lane?
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Now the boss at the station said you've served your time
'Cause a button on the desk can get me strawberry wine
So I leveled off the faders and I put down the phones
Got back to the green, green, grass of home
In the back of my van were all these big tea boxes
Bowies and Dylans and Beatles and Roxys
But a big yellow taxi that I didn't see
Hit my magic bus and I awoke from a dream
The back-door opened and out came the vinyl
There was Elvis, Aretha, Marley and Lionel
All of them discs just spinning around
Reeling and rocking, not making a sound
Those Nashville cats were dancing in the street
Here, there and everywhere Reet Petite
And I'll never forget how The Beatles and Stones
Lay down to make a pallet for me and Mrs. Jones
Oh, well I stepped off the kerb
And turned my head away
I said goodbye to my friends
As I heard myself say
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore (No more, no more)
No more (no more), no more
No more (I can't feel it, I can't hear it anymore), no more
...
I choked on a burger down in Tupelo
I drowned face down like a Rolling Stone
I crashed with the Crickets in the Oklahoma snow
I was burned on a pyre by the Joshua Tree
O.D'd in a bath down in old Paris
I jumped from the bus off the Brunel Bridge
And they're still out looking for me
Now this sexual healing's got me
Rocking and reeling
Singin' oh, what a feeling
I'm just dancing on the ceiling
Won't you gimme some loving, baby
Hold on, I'm coming
'Cause here comes the sun
And those were the days
We threw it all away
In a purple haze
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
When Cathy's clown was the Talk of the Town
We were homeward bound getting deeper and down
On the night train with Aladdin Sane
Stumbling through the desert on a horse with no name
Eight miles high singin' an American tune
When Lawdy Miss Clawdy saw the whole of the moon
Busted and stoned and so tired of being alone
In a Pink Cadillac down Tobacco Road
So hey, Mary Lou, have you seen Lucille?
Is Mr. Bojangles down in Margaritaville?
Have the tracks of my tears got you reeling in the years
Is the purple rain falling on Penny Lane?
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Now the boss at the station said you've served your time
'Cause a button on the desk can get me strawberry wine
So I leveled off the faders and I put down the phones
Got back to the green, green, grass of home
In the back of my van were all these big tea boxes
Bowies and Dylans and Beatles and Roxys
But a big yellow taxi that I didn't see
Hit my magic bus and I awoke from a dream
The back-door opened and out came the vinyl
There was Elvis, Aretha, Marley and Lionel
All of them discs just spinning around
Reeling and rocking, not making a sound
Those Nashville cats were dancing in the street
Here, there and everywhere Reet Petite
And I'll never forget how The Beatles and Stones
Lay down to make a pallet for me and Mrs. Jones
Oh, well I stepped off the kerb
And turned my head away
I said goodbye to my friends
As I heard myself say
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore (No more, no more)
No more (no more), no more
No more (I can't feel it, I can't hear it anymore), no more
...
