LYRICS: The Radio Station ain’t Playing Nothing but Songs for the Criminally Insane

For years, I have written verse that I think of as more along the lines of lyrical creations that could be meant for song. Unfortunately, I never learned to write music. So, even though I often hear tunes in my head for the lyrics, I can never put them down. And having such a diverse taste in music that I like, I’ve come up with some strange stuff.

These particular song lyrics came to me one day while I was listening to Ween. While it does have a message, it’s really meant to just be silly.

I turn on the radio

And I punch myself in the face

There’ nothing to dance to

In songs from outer space

All the lyrics are from the nuthouse

Sang by people who know my name

As something from a novel

About children gone insane

 

The radio station ain’t playing nothing but songs for the criminally insane

The crazy, bat-shit, wild-eyed wanderers with worms walking their brains

Weirdoes and freakazoids and a bunch of abnormal shithouse rats

Running around talking about nothing, wailing like some alley cats

 

Today I turned on the radio

And kicked myself in the balls

Stupid songs that I already know

Had me bouncing off the walls

I’ve heard the same four songs

About a hundred times before

In the trash is where my radio belongs

So I don’t have to hear this anymore

 

The radio station ain’t playing nothing but songs for the criminally insane

The deluded, destitute, degenerated, down-and-outers who, like the moon, wax and wane

Aesthetic-hating, trendy psychos who sing along with simple tunes

With heads so thin and full of air, they’re bound to pop just like balloons

 

I turned off my radio today

And threw it out the door

Could no longer hear what it had to say

Couldn’t hold it in no more

I ran outside in a frenzy

And started screaming at the sky

Till my breath ran short and I got dizzy

Imploring the sun to tell me why

 

The radio station ain’t playing nothing but songs for the criminally insane

The simpletons and sociopathic crazed killers cackling at the pain

That these empty-hearted harbingers we hear behind the speakers

Keep spewing out like they were wiping dog shit off their sneakers.

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2 thoughts on “LYRICS: The Radio Station ain’t Playing Nothing but Songs for the Criminally Insane

  1. I totally relate to your writing style! I never learned to write music either, but I have notebooks full of lyrics that I wrote while hearing a particular tune in my head. When I read them today, some from my teen years, I can still hear the tune in my head that go with the words. Lol! I also have my free verse, or prose, often introspective musings in a kind of stream of consciousness that kinda just flows. I never published any but I think I will start by sharing them in a blog! Thanks 4 the inspirational reminder!
    Love & Light,
    Lisa

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    • Thank you.

      Poetry and lyricism were my initial outlets for my aesthetic nature. I have turned to novel writing since. I am working on so many things, right now, on top of trying to build a presence on social media because literary agents look for that sort of thing. It just seems like a long road–and it is. But, I hope it will pay off.

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