Ira Glass
Quelle: Spotify
They call me Mr. Glass
[Verse 1]
So gather 'round all your speakers to hear us
It's the way we tell the stories like we're preachers at Easter
It's a story that I'll tell in three chapters
After introduction and the theme song is set in action
And then you hear the music [Fade In] as the title plays
And after that the stage is set, the crowd's waitin'
Step into the light with my voice as the weapon
And holding onto the mic, and I'll recount my story; steppin'
Through my history my father worked the chemical plant
'Till the factories closed, and my family moved camps
So we're down South; I learned that the color of my skin
Could've set the tone for everything uncovered within
And reflect on how we all can relate to each other
We feel as though we brothers and sisters comin' from different mothers
Individuals living on this planet together
And holding up for our brothers and combating the stormy weather
[Chorus]
Making music, telling stories with words
So you listen in your headphones 'til the stories you've heard
As I scroll throughout the timeline of life gone past
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Glass!
In This American Life we're all bearing the strife
We inherited from our parents as we prepared for life
I think back how Life grew so fast
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Glass!
[Verse 2]
Radio, somebody loves it still
Though they broke your will cause technology kills
The video star burns hot for a minute until
The internet took it over now we listen for thrills
And broadcast up in your podcast still we never lost that
Lovin' feeling dropped out after stations lost out
Music muscles memories 'til it's heavenly
And coaxial cables transmit Ira Glass' tellin' me
With no apology, emotional resonance
And hesitant with technology the future is present
Living in the machine you're just lucky to know
That Life has lived through similar experiences as you grow
Into the person that you wanna be; this life isn't over
Just because somebody said, "Your too old, so move over!"
It's a similar struggle that we all feel and heavy
And so when I'm tuning in I'm feeling better already
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Just a skinny kid who was busy reading the Aeneid
Glasses with thicker rims, a mind that's staying busy with
Learning from civilians about things he could have never did
But would have done just if he lived of those experienced
We pass the stories down through history critical
Cause before we felt the pages, now we listen to digital
And no matter your voice, and no matter your name
You do your thing like Ira Glass and baby it's all game!
Start out talking to others and you live in their pain
Listen to their victories and you give them a name
And give every show a theme and produce it to death
In the end you tell the human condition in one breath
Cause This American Life, we're all paying the price
And hoping that our legacy can be the reason we fight
And it's whether you make a difference in the big or the small
But when I see it my iTunes I'm pressing Play All
[Chorus]
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