I knew a guitar player once   Who called the radio friendly   He felt a kinship, not with the music   So much as with the radio's voice      It's synthetic quality, it's voice as distinct   From the voices coming through it   It's ability to transmit the illusion   Of people at a great distance      He slept with the radio   He talked to the radio   He disagreed with the radio   He believed in a far away radio land      He believed he would never find this land   So he reconciled himself to listening to it only   He believed he had been banned from the radio land   And was doomed to prowl the airwaves forever      Seeking some magical channel   That would reinstate him to his long lost heritage