There’s a new radio station in town that bills itself as “commercial-free and member-supported.” It appeared suddenly on a channel that used to be a college station. There are no live DJs, all the self-ads are generic corpo-sounding crap, and they play the same top 40s as every other generic corpo station in town.
Now, they’ve started a membership drive in the fake hopes of appearing like a grassroots station. The infuriating part is that we have a legitimate indie station (partially publicly funded) that they’re trying to steal money/contributions from.
It’s obviously a corporate ploy to destroy the current commercial-free station while replacing it with a fake one that will just turn into another soulless corporate station.
I had the exact same experience with my local shitty rock station. I really have only one thing to say about it:
Getting born in the state of Mississippi Papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy In Alabama she would swing a hammer Price you got to pay when you break the panorama She never knew that there was anything more than poor What in the world does your company take me for? Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana She’s a runner Rebel, and a stunner On her merry way saying baby, watcha gonna? Looking down the barrel of a hot metal forty-five Just another way to survive California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She’s my priestess I’m your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah She’s a lover, baby, and a fighter Should’ve seen it coming when I got a little brighter With a name like Dani California Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya A little loaded, she was stealing another breath I love my baby to death California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She’s my priestess I’m your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah Who knew the other side of you? Who knew that others died to prove? Too true to say goodbye to you Too true to say, say, say Pushed the fader, gifted animator One for the now, and eleven for the later Never made it up to Minnesota North Dakota man Wasn’t gunnin’ for the quota Down in the Badlands she was saving the best for last It only hurts when I laugh Gone too fast California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She’s my priestess I’m your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah
Have you ever like, genuinely listened to RHCP? Lyrically speaking it’s shear unbridled nonsense with maybe three songs that actually have any coherent sense or meaning. Californication reads like someone put a bunch of tabloids in a shedder and then glued every full word they found to craft paper like a ransom letter. And even still everyone from my grandma to the local homeless credit it as a good song.
I genuinely think they got stupid high and accidentally discovered a memetic hazard that they’ve been using to make 90% of the population believe they write good music.
Hey, I’m definitely not condemning their entire catalog. I think they have some genuinely great songs and some truly excellent talent in their lineup that shines bright from time to time. However, Dani California is NOT a good song and I will never bend on that.
For years I thought he sang “the cemetery where I married a thief” in Otherside, and that still made more sense than the real line.
I’m literally upset to find out this isn’t the lyrics, that’s the one part of their imagery I loved.