Radio Wasteland

by Rich Whiteley

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released 07 June 2003
Rich Whiteley - Guitar, Vocals
John Zias - Lead Guitar
TJ Glowacki - Bass
Dan Degregory - Drums
Steve Connelly - Pedal Steel
Lee Bryant - Keyboards

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Track Name: Radio Wasteland
I’m you’re new best friend & I’m coming to town
On 2 million watts of stereo sound
Serving up the hits as bought and paid
by the 21st century marketing wave

Got my left hand down some political pants
Got my right hand making the whole world dance
To a beat that I think you’ll really love
Raining down from a satellite in heaven above

Clear the air of variety
Clear the air of quality
Clear the air of integrity
Clear the way for the radio wasteland

I got Country, and Urban and soft AC
I got the smooth jazz, and the R&B
I got DJs that don’t even live in your town
And PCs serving the playlists down

Don’t talk to me about community
Business just ain’t like it used to be
Besides, who you going to call but me?
The coast is clear for the radio wasteland


I’m buying up the sky to homogenize
And pasteurize and sterilize your listening pleasure to the nth degree
Radio wasteland in the home of the free
Track Name: Mama Says
Mama says she don’t like the way I’m livin’
Mama says she don’t like the way I’m livin’
Too much wine and whiskey drinking
Mind yourself and do some thinking
Mama don’t like the way I live at all

Mama don’t like the girls that I know
Mama don’t like the girls that I know
Too much leg showing under that skirt
Too much belly under that shirt
Mama don’t like the girls I know at all

But it’s all right Mama, I love you anyway
Stil come round and see you, send you presents on Mothers Day
Please don’t think I’ve gone astray

Mama don’t like the songs that I sing
Mama don’t like the songs that I sing
Too much noise & guitars clangin’
Get on the drums and just start bangin’
Mama don’t like the songs that I sing

Mama don’t like the company that I keep
Mama don’t like the company that I keep
Says I hate to bust your bubble,
But I ain’t bailing you out of trouble
Mama don’t like the company that I keep

But it’s all right Mama, I love you anyway
Stil come round and see you, send you presents on Mothers Day
Please don’t think I’ve gone astray

But it’s all right Mama, I love you anyway
Stil come round and see you, send you presents on Mothers Day
Please don’t think I’ve gone astray
Track Name: Stella Please
It was winter, maybe springtime
I couldn’t really tell
My words were weak, my hands were numb
My feet had started to swell
I was drinking luke-warm buds
Wasted without a friend
When lightning opened up my eyes
And I could see again

(Chorus)
Stella, please
I’m down here all alone
Stella please
So very far from home
On my knees

The world was spinning ‘round me
In a devil-colored light
The wind blew like a typhoon
On a Chinese Summer night
I wrote my whole life story
And hated what I read
I called you from an old payphone
And this is what I said…

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
To be lost in your sweet here after
To live and die with your laughter
Nothing else would matter

I want to play your Carole King
Records once again
And talk about how we should be
Vegetarians
If you still feel anything
Will you tell me now?
I’ll come crawling back to you
I’m sure I still know how

(Chorus)
Track Name: Guy On a Bench
My name’s not Billy it ain’t even Bill
gonna catch the next bus gonna ride it to hell
Hey there Missy can I borrow your keys,
I wanna take a little ride in your automobile

She frightened herself so she run away
Just keep running all night and day
I sat down on the bench again
Gonna catch the next bus gonna find me some sin

Hey hey what do you say,
I’m just a guy on a bench I been there all day

I once took a trip to a place so grand
Nobody there could understand
They must’ve thought I was John Wayne
Gonna get me a boat and go back someday

I know a river that’s filled with frogs,
Some so big they could eat your dog
French guy cook ‘em on the grill all day
Tastes like chicken, but I don’t like chicken

This guy I know, well I don’t really know
Found a million dollars buried in a hole
He died next week cause a tree branch fell
Guess it just shows that you never can tell

My name’s not Billy it ain’t even Bill
Gonna catch the next bus gonna ride it to hell
I’m waiting for the bus gonna find me some sin
Gonna ride all day and come back again
Track Name: Restless One
I’ve always been a restless one
Never stayed in one place too long
Like bird on the fly
or a tear in the eye
of the blood red sun
I’ve always been a restless one

I’ve searched for light in rock & roll
Searched down deep inside my soul
Throw my hands up high
Try to tear the sky
Like a desperate son
Have mercy on a restless one

Oh I won’t ask you what’s to come
All is well and all is one
I’m on a big ball spinning round the sun
And I’m a restless one

I’ve felt the heights of ecstasy
Then felt it ripped away from me
Oh I can’t complain
If I feel the pain
Cause it’s all or none
When you’re living like a restless one

I’ve lost my nerve & lost my way
Then lived to see a better day
It’s all the same
No one left to blame
If I’m on the run
I’ll always be a restless one

Oh I won’t ask you what’s to come
All is well and all is one
I’m on a big ball spinning round the sun
And I’m a restless one
Track Name: Flypaper
Cma7 Dma7 E-7 B
Fly paper, whiz-bam, floating in the garbage can
B-7 C#-7 C B-7
Polka-dot platypus, holding up the traffic jam

Three legged motorcycle, driven by a dutch pope
Leather jacket pleasure prophet, trying to find enough rope

Give a man an inch of rope, he’ll hang himself a mile
I’ll get the popcorn, find it on the dial

Bumper car exhaust pipe, pass the jar of paste
Vaporize your neighbor’s home, just to see his face

High tech garden tools, ergonomic rake
If I knew that it was you, I would have baked a pie

Godzilla’s kitchen, cooking people stew
Take a look inside yourself, just to see the view
Track Name: Wolf From the Door
Every day when I come home from the field
Baby always had us a nice hot meal
Been quite some time, since she gone to the store
Said she’d only be gone for an hour or four…maybe more…

It’s so hard to work, when you’re hungry as me
So I stay in bed and watch TV
We never said much, but she loved me I’m sure
And baby always used to keep the wolf from the door

Ch: Baby always used to keep the wolf from the door
I used to think she loved me, but now I’m not so sure
The dinner bell ain’t rung now for sixteen hungry days
What am I gonna do if baby’s gone away?

I don’t know why her closet’s so clean
She always kept the same routine
She left for town with her suitcase packed
She probably went to the laundromat

Don’t know where she got all the money she saved
Don’t know who’s been stealing my aftershave
People look at me kind of funny in town
Don’t know why those boys were always hanging round

Ch:

Br: Preacher come round last fifth of July
Said the devil makes his playground in an idle mind
Baby just laughed, looked him straight in the eye
Said come on upstairs and see what you find, in my mind

Now I don’t cook and I really don’t clean
And learning never occurred to me
Baby sure made a nice chicken pot pie
I hope she comes home before I die

Br: Big Black Buzzards, circling round the clouds
Preacher close the lid & put me in the ground
Said a few nice words, that he really don’t mean
Close the earth and forget about me
Track Name: False Advertising
Well I come home worn & tired
And your voice just hurts my head
You found my whiskey bottle
I hid it underneath the bed
You used to look so sweet and inviting
I should have gotten it in writing

Well you burn up all the cooking
and you don’t keep my house clean
You spend up all my money
on stuff that I don’t need
You used to look so appetizing
But you were just false advertising

Well your cat’s so mean and spiteful
and he scratched my poor dog’s nose
You’re always telling me little stories
Bout stuff I don’t want to know
So you can see it ain’t surprising
I feel like a victim of false advertising

So I’m sending you back woman
Back to where you oughta be
Cause you get up looking frightfull
Then you sit and watch TV
My frustration is rising
I feel like a victim of false advertising
Track Name: Walkin' at Night
Walking at Night
I carry my big stick
Look over my left shoulder, Look back over my right
Walking at night
My hand in my pocket
Don’t carry no wallet, Don’t smoke no cigarette

Night time is the right time
To get some true thinking done
Ghost write by moonlight
I keep my running shoes on

Walking at night
Just me and my big stick
Going where I ain’t s’posed to go
Going where there ain’t much light
Walking at night
Don’t carry no pistol, Don’t carry no flick knife
And it all adds to the thrill

Night-time is the right time
To give yourself a thrill like no other and to take life in your ands
Dog fight by starlight
I keep myself away in the shadows when I’m walking through these badlands

Inst:

Walking at night
Tap tapping my big stick
Got my hat pulled way down low
My jacket zipped up real tight
Walking at night
Just me & my shadow
Trying to look cool & mellow
And kinda thinking that I just might

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Track Name: Better Day
So many black cats have crossed my path
Think I’ll stay in bed all day
So many dark clouds hanging over me
I’m like my own lampshade

Ch: But I know that tomorrow’s gonna be a better day
And I know the sunshine’s gonna burn
all my clouds away, my clouds away

Sometimes I feel like I’m all alone
Cause I can’t take the easy way
But there ain’t no road to travel but your own
And sometimes I want to kneel down and pray

Ch: That tomorrow’s gonna be a better day
And I know, that some little bird gonna sing
all my blues away, my blues away

Br: Sometimes every molehill is a mountain
And the sunshine just hurts my eyes
And music just sounds like mirrors breaking
Feel like I’m wearing a disguise

Rpt Chorus.
Track Name: Old Rock-n-Rollers
Whatever happens to old rock-n-rollers
When nobody wants them to play?
Do they reminisce the rhythms
And give up hedonism
And head out on to the fairways?

Ch: Old rock-n-rollers think they’ll never die
That they’ll keep getting younger
if they keep getting high
So crank up that guitar, you funky old geezers
And I’ll see you in heaven in that band in the sky

Oh whatever happens to old rock-n-rollers
Who’re no longer in their heyday?
Do they sit around and sob
Do they try to get a job
What do they put on their resume?

Ch:

Oh someone please tell me, and please tell me truly
Cause I wasn’t born yesterday
Whatever happens to Old rock-n-rollers
Cause I might just be one someday

Ch: