Here you go, way too fast
Don’t! Slow down! You’re gonna crash
You should watch, watch your step
Don’t! Look out! You’re gonna break your neck

This week’s music is 100% recycled content from previous episodes.  But it still tastes fresh! Enjoy!

Well it’s the same thing every time I see you
All you ever talk about is you
Now I really don’t want to bore you
But it’s about time you considered me too

Never get to say much 
Never get to talk 
Tell us a little bit 
But not too much 
Right about then 
Is where she gives up 
She has closed her eyes 
She has given up hope

Every time a car drives past I think it’s you
Every time somebody laughs I think it’s you
You changed your number and my phonebook’s such a mess
But I can’t bear to cross your name out yet
Each time the doorbell rings it might be you
Each letter the postman brings might be from you

I’m proud to have had the opportunity to share with you a hundred hours of great retro-alternative music! Hope you enjoy this one!

You’ve done it all 
You’ve broken every code 
And pulled the rebel to the floor 
You spoiled the game 
No matter what you say 
For only metal, what a bore

Here I stand in a daze, axe in my hand 
Another fool on the stage with a traveling band 
There’s a space in my heart … permanent flame 
Just give me your body and I’ll give you my brain 
It’s a fair exchange

Seen the troubles and the evils of this world
I’ve seen the stretches between godliness and sin
I’ve had the promise and confessions of true faith
And the hypocrisy that always lies within
And they left it for you
All of this for you

Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room 
I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume 
Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be 
Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me 
Then came the dawn 
And you were gone 
I had too much to dream last night

Last week I came across this terrific documentary on YouTube called  Before 1976 Revisited: How Punk Became Punk and was inspired to search out some of the music that led to the punk and alternative movement. Hope you’ll enjoy!

When my feet go through the door 
I know what my right arm is for 
Buy a drink and pull a chair 
Up to the edge of the dance floor 
Bouncers bouncing through the night 
Trying to stop or start a fight 
I sit and watch the flashing lights 
Moving legs in footless tights

You’ve done too much, 
Much too young 
Now you’re married with a kid 
When you could be having fun with me

Stop everything
I think I hear the President
The Pied Piper of the TV screen
Is gonna make it simple
And he’s got it all mapped out
And illustrated with cartoons
Too hard for clever folks to understand
They’re more used to words like:
Ideology
They’re not talkin’ ’bout right and left
They’re talkin’ ’bout
Right and wrong, do you know the difference?
Right and wrong, do you know the difference?
‘Tween the right and the left and the east and the west
What you know and the things that you’ll never see?

… to bring you the constant variety of retro-alternative music! 
The thrill of New Wave! 
The agony of goth! 
The human drama of punk!
This is 81 82 83 84 on CKMS-FM
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Some tasty treats for your ears!

Let me tell you about Sweden
Only country where the clouds are interesting
Big brother says it’s the place to go
Too much time to think, too little to do

These are my demons, ones that I’ve grown
These are my demons, from seeds that I’ve sown
These are my demons, leave them alone
These are my demons, go get your own!

My mother gave me an intercontinental
Ballistic missile with a nuclear warhead
With USA on the side of it and
Coca-Cola in brackets …
… For Christmas!

 To all wavebands on Earth 
 Reconnoiter on the kilohertz 
 This tune is going out to Marconi 
 To all corners of the globe 
 There ain’t no hut in the Serengeti 
 Where my wavelengths do not probe 
And if a rocket went to Saturn
 We sure hope a D.J. is on board

There’s razors in my bed, 
That come out late at night. 
They always disappear, 
Before the morning light!

If only I’d thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart all my pictures of you