Volunteer DJ - Fishboy

I’m a volunteer DJ

At a radio station

Whose transmission stretches

Only five miles

And though I agree the form’s obsolete

I feel that I need to perform with style

Simultaneous playlists

In a red spiral notebook

Of internet treasures

And crate digging gems

And sad as it seems

They would feel more complete

If I had both the time

And means to hear all

That there is

But I may never know

No, I may never know

And my favorite album

I found in the basement

Of a gently used bookstore

A local releas

And twenty years since

I’m still not convincd

That an album exists that means that much to me

They were mid-70's rockers

They vanish completely

But I own all of their records

The whole discography

And don’t get me wrong:

It’s okay that they’re gone

But I feel like they stopped

Before reaching their peak

And we may never know

No, we may never know

And in the bookstore last night

I saw the singer of the band stand in line

I must admit I didn’t dare waste his time

I stood and watched as he was selling LPs

To the register teen

Somewhat relieved and impressed

Fifty dollars, fifty dollars at best

«And a baby is crying in the back bedroom,»

I write in my notebook

As she gets rocked to sleep

«Someday you’ll find the best songs of all time

May they be priceless and worthless

Like all the best things.»