Story Behind The Song

About the real experience of writing a song, recording it, and trying to get radio DJs to play it.

Lyrics

I wrote a song the other day, about a downtown street;
'Bout all the crazed and lovelies there, that I would always meet;
They'd shake their head to say hello, bow when I walked passed;
I'd tip my hat right to them, so I wouldn't be outclassed.

I labored on the lyrics, I thought about the beat;
Should I sing it serious, or do it tongue in cheek;
I carefully recorded it, on my four-track machine;
By the dawn, the song was born, complete with tambourine.

I sent it round the country, for those radio plays,
My future in the hands of those, who call themselves DJs,
To far off distant corners, and to the Mountain Stage,
I'd listen to the radio, those were my radio days.

It first was played in Utah, don't even ask me why;
I guess that crazed and lovelies there, are in very short supply;
Then on Texas airwaves, which I thought such a hoot;
Sandwiched 'tween some numbers, 'bout crap stuck to a boot.

Would be a false impression, that all did like my style;
A number wrote and told me, they wouldn't be beguiled;
Others were a bit more blunt, others quite macabre;
One did say, "Take advice from me, keep that old day job."

I sent it round the country, for those radio plays,
My future in the hands of those, who call themselves DJs,
To far off distant corners, and to the Mountain Stage,
I'd listen to the radio, those were my radio days.

Well the flurry now has ended, the excitement all but gone;
After all the airplay, the buzz became a yawn;
Now underneath the moonlight, with my guitar I sit;
Trying to find the formula, to write myself a hit.

I sent it round the country, for those radio plays,
My future in the hands of those, who call themselves DJs,
To far off distant corners, and to the Mountain Stage,
I'd listen to the radio, those were my radio days.