Sunday, November 16, 2014

Poetry Sunday


There's straight poetry, and there are the lyrics to popular songs, which are a form of poetry in their own right. One of my favorite songs (of which I have a very large number) is this one from former Beatle George Harrison's solo album Cloud Nine, and it talks about the danger of loose lips ...

Devil's Radio
by George Harrison

Gossip! Gossip!
Gossip! Gossip!

I heard it in the night,
Words the thoughtless speak.
Like vultures swooping down below,
On the Devil's Radio.

I hear it through the day,
Airwaves getting filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the Devil's Radio.

Oh yeah! Gossip!
Gossip! Oh, yeah.

He's in the clubs and bars.
And never turns it down.
Talking about what he don't know.
On the Devil's Radio.

He's in your TV set.
Won't give it a rest.
That soul-betraying so-and-so,
On the Devil's Radio.

Gossip! Gossip!
Gossip! Oh yeah!
Oh yeah! Gossip!
Gossip! Oh yeah!

It's white and black like industrial waste.
Pollution of the highest degree.
You wonder why I don't hang out much.
I wonder how you can't see!

He's in the films and songs
And all your magazines.
It's everywhere that you may go.
The Devil's radio.

Oh yeah! Gossip!
Gossip! Oh yeah!

Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do.
As it shapes you into something cold,
Like an Eskimo igloo.

It's all across our lives,
Like a weed it spreads,
Til nothing else has space to grow.
The Devil's Radio.

It can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades.
They're buzzing like a dynamo.
The Devil's Radio.

Gossip! Gossip!
Gossip! Gossip!


And in case you'd like to hear it performed ...



Have a good day, and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Don't talk about me, unless it's good stuff. 

More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

4 comments:

Gonzo Dave said...

I've never seen anything but good (and/or maybe weird) posted about you, Bill.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

I have read nothing but good things about you Bilbo. Just stay out of the tabloids. :-)

Mike said...

Why didn't he mention sinking ships?

Duckbutt said...

Good poem! He was the least sung of the Beatlers.