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Dead Radio Lyrics
You're bad for me
Like cigarettes
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is true
I'm no one that's nowhere
When I'm here with you
I've lost the power I
Had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and
What to extinguish
I blew in last night
I'm the ghost from the coast
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most
And you left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose
You're good for me
Like coca cola
I don't get any younger
You don't get any older
Everything's sacred
And everything's true
And all this is possible
When I'm here with you
I've got a lot to say
But I keep my own counsel
I'd like to spit it out
But I won't speak with my mouth full
I blew in last night
I'm the ghost from the coast
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most
And you left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose
Like cigarettes
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is true
I'm no one that's nowhere
When I'm here with you
Had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and
What to extinguish
I'm the ghost from the coast
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most
And you left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose
Like coca cola
I don't get any younger
You don't get any older
Everything's sacred
And everything's true
And all this is possible
When I'm here with you
But I keep my own counsel
I'd like to spit it out
But I won't speak with my mouth full
I'm the ghost from the coast
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most
And you left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose
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On a Q&A Genevieve McGuckin replied to the question wether Dead Radio's about her and Rowland's relationship.
"Dead Radio? I feel uncomfortable attributing Rowland’s songs to myself, but this I do know. We were doing our complicated thing, sharing a place despite having broken up, and one day in ’95 he said: ”Gen… I’m writing this song and it’s got a line about tetracycline overdose, but please… don’t get upset!” (I’d had an antibiotic overdose as a baby, which affected my teeth). Me: “Should I be upset? Is it about me?” Answer: “Yes… well… yes, it is… but it’s also a mixture”. (‘what to ignite….’?) From the horse’s mouth. "