Last Light Radio 11:01 Pm Lyrics - Black Ribbons - Shooter Jennings

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