Last Light Radio 11:01 PM

From the center of nowhere

Atop the shoulders of giants

Above the creeping fog of disinformation

That clouds the american union

This is will 'o the wisp

And this is the last light radio

Your last beacon of truth and defiance

I've always started my shows by saying that:

All ships lost in the night search for the

Lighthouse on the rock of the enlightened

But, for truth seekers out there, the battery

Is fading and the light is dying

I see that freedom has failed us and with

No light the night's going to be a long one

Woody guthrie said: "this land is your land, this land is... My land"

Great words, but this land is their land now

This will be the last time your ears and my voice will be getting together

Because, as of midnight tonight

The previously public airwaves will be

Commandeered for government

Approved and regulated transmission

The last breath of free speech will blow itself out

What rises in its place is going to be the wind of thought control

Bad guys win folks!

You know I don't always play a lot of music

On the show, as most of it these days

Is processed, bubble gum bullshit - churned out

By the overlords of doublespeak and made to turn a gray world grayer

But tonight I won't go without leaving a message

Tonight I've chosen to play the one band the

American fascicrats don't want me to play

Tonight I'm going off the air with the music of hierophant

For those of you not familiar, you'll get

A taste of hierophant's music tonight

Their message, their light

I started you off with wake up from their 2009

album bohemian grove, their first and most radical

Remember what the song says: Don't let 'em get you down

The most important truth is love, all you know

and all you need to know, as the poet says

What was that beauty, what's the difference?

Love your family, love your neighbor, love your enemy as yourself

Go on loving, it's what humans do best and the one thing they can't kill

Got it?

This is will 'o the wisp

The time now is no time

The temperature is cold

And the news is blue

But for now the light still shines

Off the same album, this is triskaidekaphobia

That's fear of thirteen my sons and daughters, as in thirteen o'clock

You're listening to the last night on the last light