Bb

Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio

Silverlake is shimmerin' and summer is a-comin' in
But in my mind machine the storms of ennui are punishin'
Need to fill the air with effervescent sounds
But when I turn the dial mundanity abounds

Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio
Three chords in a minor key, an exercise in mediocrity
Every time I drive my turbo, there's a basic busker on the stereo
Six strings in a humdrum way, benign expression of the everyday

Ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah
Oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono

The words you pen get played again, your blithe resolve I can forgive
But when you tell us how to live it's just so heteronormative
If you had an edge you airbrushed it away
As you reach platinum your songs all fade to grey

Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio
Three chords on an old guitar, ain't no surprises in the repertoire
Every time I drive my turbo, there's a basic busker on the stereo
Six strings in a humdrum style, homogeneity in your stockpile

Ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah, ooyeah
Oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono, oono

Conforming shape
Your master tape leaves me agape
What were you thinking, boy?

Each time I tune to that show, there's a basic busker on the radio
And on the stereo, and in the afterglow
And on the hbo, and in the uniqlo
And on the

Corporate symphony, passive conformity
Sonic simplicity is considerably over-represented
And sub-dylan balladry
Was ok before the fairlight was invented