95 Radios
Lost Frequencies: A Quest Through Nostalgia and Reflection
Lyrics
Okay, it's quiet now
Expressing the current silence or calmness.
And we drove all through the neighborhood
Describing a futile attempt to find a radio, reminiscing about searching through different places.
Just sittin' in a car all day
-Tryna find a radio
-And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
-Pointed at the window frame
-Tryna find a radio
-All up in my grandma's basement
-Slidin' all the closet doors
-Tryna find a radio
-And the homies say they heard a rap song
-Sounded like some folks they know
-But we couldn't find a radio
-Hard to express when the world is listening
Reflecting on the difficulty of expressing oneself when both the world is attentive and when it's indifferent.
Hard when you're sure that the world is not
-In between P.M. Dawn, and Sun Ra
-Wearing a suit like my school mascot
-The Edison owl not a head in the crowd
-Could match my technique and impeccable style (style)
-Says the young Hassan
Reference to a character named Hassan and his interaction with a mirror, along with regrettable actions of another person named Stefan.
In the mirror while Tip's saying "rock-rock-on"
-With my guy Stefan who despite the specks
-Saw himself doing things he would live to regret
-Anyway, reciting off top the memory
Recalling a memory, mentioning a laugh and a reference to a character named Gimli. Touching on a persona that won't resort to violence.
Burnt a little chia my laugh was Gimli (heh)
-Regarding the guns I coulda shot
-I'm more Dove might blow up but won't pop
-Jigsaw blocks and hop the road home
Reference to Jigsaw blocks, indicating complexity, and steps on a familiar avenue from the past.
Steps on the Ave where I played and roamed
-And we drove all through the neighborhood
Repetition of the earlier theme, searching for a radio with friends.
Just sittin' in a car all day
-Tryna find a radio
-And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
-Pointed at the window frame
-Tryna find a radio
-All up in my grandma's basement
-Slidin' all the closet doors
-Tryna find a radio
-And the homies say they heard a rap song
-Sounded like some folks they know
-But we couldn't find a radio
-The old me would drink a 40
Reflecting on the past self, involving activities like drinking, playing video games, and missing the old neighborhood and friends.
And eat bologna, shinobi
-On NBA Live, I play with Kobe
-The OGs, I miss my old hood
-Miss my homies, is lonely
-The radio host is like they know me
-The ocean with the seashell is how we floatin'
Mentions a radio host seeming familiar, floating in the ocean, broken airwaves, and the challenge of finding the right frequency. The desire to connect with the past through a tape.
Was hopin' to hear the airwaves, I think it's broken
-I can still play it if the tape resurfaces
-Kept the old Boombox for just these purposes
-Heard a day show had mine on there recently
-People had a hard time finding the frequency
-Piece of me show feels personal
-Circled on all sides by used car commercials
-It's worth it though, whole block listenin'
-'cept the kids, they so not interested
-Implement new COINTELPRO's
References to COINTELPRO, hooks, loops, and changes in the music industry. A call to the intercom with a mention of a bellcote.
Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro
-Whole sound changed, don't nobody want to sell those
-Call the intercom yab this is my bellcote
-And we drove all through the neighborhood
Reiteration of the struggle to find a radio and hear a rap song, tying back to the theme of the neighborhood and the search for familiar sounds.
Just sittin' in a car all day
-Tryna find a radio
-And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
-Pointed at the window frame
-Tryna find a radio
-All up in my grandma's basement
-Slidin' all the closet doors
-Tryna find a radio
-And the homies say they heard a rap song
-Sounded like some folks they know
-But we couldn't find a radio
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