John Cale - Risé, Sam And Rimsky-Korsakov lyrics

I knew a guitar player once
Who called the radio friendly
He felt a kinship
Not with the music so much
As with the radio's voice
Its synthetic quality
Its voices distinct from the
Voices coming through it
Its ability to transmit the illusion of
People at a great distance

He slept with the radio
He talked to the radio
He disagreed with the radio
He believed in four way radio land
He believed he would never find this land

So, he reconciled himself to
Listening to it only
He believed he had been banned
From the radio land
And was doomed to vault the airwaves forever
Seeking some magical channel
That would reinstate him to
His long lost heritage