99.9 The Dinosaur

Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands

99.9 The Dinosaur — DOWNLOAD

(Verse 1)
Well, 99.9’s got a brand new name,
But it’s still playin’ the same ol’ game.
Broadcastin’ in Jurassic mono sound,
Their DJ’s as rare as T-Rexes in town.
They’re takin’ requests through a rotary phone,
But in this day and age, man, you’re better off alone.
Spotify’s the meteor, took ‘em out clean,
Now they’re stuck in a world where no one’s seen.

(Chorus)
You don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard anymore,
Stream your song from the porch or the corner store.
Let the people decide what’s good and what’s not,
Leave the dinosaurs in the dust, in their parking lot.
Yeah, you don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard,
Just start a band, open a stream.

(Verse 2)
Ad breaks longer than the Ice Age chill,
Still thinkin’ requests come by pigeon or quill.
No one’s listenin’ but they’re keepin’ the lights,
Playing fossilized country all day and night.
Neanderthal tunes for the cassette tape crowd,
Still thinkin’ their signal is somehow proud.
They’re locked in the past, but the world’s moved on,
Now the hits are streamin’, and the station’s gone.

(Chorus)
You don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard anymore,
Stream your song from the porch or the feed store.
Let the people decide what’s good and what’s not,
Leave the dinosaurs in the dust, in their parking lot.
Yeah, you don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard,
Just start a band, open a stream.

(Bridge)
Radio is as dead as the dinosaurs,
Now it’s time to move on, open new doors.
While the rest of the world’s livin’ out their streams,
Radio’s waitin’ on requests through a fax machine,
But the future’s here, and it’s playin’ for free,
No more tunin’ dials, just click and see.

(Chorus)
You don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard anymore,
Stream your song from the barn or the front porch.
Let the market decide what’s good and what’s not,
Leave the dinosaurs in the dust, in their parking lot.
Yeah, you don’t need Nashville’s permission to be heard,
Just start a band, bootup the door.

SPOKEN: Nashville muckety mucks are done telling people what to listen to.

(Outro)
So here’s to the future, where the music is free,
No more Dinosaurs, just a streamin’ melody.
From the fields to the streets, the sound is yours,
‘Cause you don’t need permission to open those doors.

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SPOKEN: Who in their right mind would buy a radio station these days?

99.9 The Dinosaur — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger