Olin Smith: Music

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Shirley On The Radio

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the radio…

Shirley walked by the grade school with a boombox to her head
The volume was maximum it reverberated from three blocks in

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the ray…

With steely eye and stiff demeanor, she traveled in a fog
You know how cruel children are, we nipped at her heels like dogs…like dogs

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the ray…

Some of God’s children…tattered and torn
Some of God’s children…subjected to scorn
How do you sleep at night
Can you tell me what you do
Can you feel the music
Do messages slip through
Could it be God speaking to you

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the ray…

Shirley could talk, and Shirley could scream, and Shirley she could curse
But somehow she lived her life in a parallel universe
Shirley was different, Shirley was strange…we dehumanized her
Naïve and dumb, we were so young…we feared and we despised her

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the ray…

Some of God’s children never shimmer or shine
Some of God’s children never earn a dime
Did we haunt your dreams
As we chased you down the block
Did you reel in shock
Did every note ring true
Could it be God enveloping you?

Shirley on the radio…Shirley on the ray….