On The Radio
Lyrics
This is how it works It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowdfull lyrics...
This is how it works It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowdfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentationa subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
extensive vamping
a clear focus on recording studio production
string section beds
major key tonality
a dynamic female vocalist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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You listen to it twice No, this is how it works That solo's really long It feels a little worse But it's a good refrain Right through that screaming crowd You'll just do it all again We heard, 'November Rain' You take the things you like Would leave the ones we love While we were on our knees You try until you can't On the radio, on the radio You cry until you laugh 'Case the DJ was asleep Praying that disease And stick it into some You hear, 'November Rain' You hope it don't get harmed Until their dying breath Publisher: SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC You peer inside yourself Until we were just bone Began to melt away And walking arm in arm And everyone must breathe This is how it works But none of them were home A million ancient bees Pumping someone else's blood But it's a pretty song Songwriter: Regina Spektor And all the Styrofoam But even if it does On the radio, uh oh, on the radio That none of us could sleep 'Cause the DJ is asleep This is how it works And then you take that love you made You love until you don't That solo's awful long Someone else's heart Began to sting our knees To aid in the decay We listened to it twice Than when we drove our hearse Until it got so warm And never come again And on the radio You laugh until you cry We tried to find some words And try to love the things you took On the radio, uh oh, on the radio, uh oh You're young until you're not On the radio While laughing up a storm Inside their catacomb


