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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