BB

Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio Silverlake is shimmerin' and summer is a-comin' in But in my mind machine the storms of ennui are punishin' Need to fill the air with effervescent sounds But when I turn the dial mundanity abounds Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio Three chords in a minor key, an exercise in mediocrity Every time I drive my turbo, there's a basic busker on the stereo Six strings in a humdrum way, benign expression of the everyday Ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah Oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono The words you pen get played again, your blithe resolve I can forgive But when you tell us how to live it's just so heteronormative If you had an edge you airbrushed it away As you reach platinum your songs all fade to grey Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio Three chords on an old guitar, ain't no surprises in the repertoire Every time I drive my turbo, there's a basic busker on the stereo Six strings in a humdrum style, homogeneity in your stockpile Ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah Oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono Conforming shape Your master tape leaves me agape What were you thinking, boy? Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio And on the stereo, and in the afterglow And on the hbo, and in the uniqlo And on the Corporate symphony, passive conformity Sonic simplicity is considerably over-represented And sub-dylan balladry Was ok before the fairlight was invented