Until a couple of years ago, Chicago had two classical radio stations, and one was 97 FM. Its nearby neighbor, B96, does top 40 pop hits....and, as the song suggests, I lived somewhere between the two, and still do. Sensuousness and the life of the body electric, along with the probing and critical mind. That is a tension sometimes exciting and occasionally hard to reconcile. Still, as I get more mature, I am able to embrace my own contradictions more readily!
1. I turn the dial of my favorite medium
In the morning to relieve my tedium
My nervous finger grazes the dial
Until I find the show that suits my style
Just like the weather in the big vast sky
It changes every day, and so do I
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I live my life somewhere between 96 and 97
Looking for kicks on 96, on 97, looking for heaven
2. The news on 97 is said so fine
It musta taken years of practice to read those lines
The ads are smooth, dispassionate
And then they segue right over to a string quartet
While their rowdy neighbor, 96 next door
Is playin a rap about robbin a store
chorus
3. I stopped at a light, 96 was on
On a summer’s night with the window down
A guy in a Camaro grinned and turned my way
When the light turned green, he screeched away
When I play 97 at other lights
People never turn, it wouldn’t be polite
4. When I feel down, all I want to hear
Is 97, it helps calm my fears
And now when I’m rushing to work or school
I like 96's rhythm, as a rule
I’m a sensuous animal in a bind
That must share its cage with a thinking mind!
