Once again looking for a song that Steve Masters played in 1988 on the radio, the lions since remembered a time in 1988 when after years of listening to boring soft rock & night club mixes from local stations, they tuned into a faint station on 102.5, coming from far away in Monterey, farther than any radio station was meant to reach. Sounds like no lion ever heard before came through the interference that night.
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
It was a new world. The voices were like an orchestra. The guitars were like fireworks. To a teenage mind, sounds aren't just sounds but the ultimate form of energy.
True love must have been in Monterey. In reality, there was nothing down there except the weather service, some dolphins, a skydiving service, & some surfers. The lions still grew a mane. Maybe the future mane was the meaning.
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
It was a new world. The voices were like an orchestra. The guitars were like fireworks. To a teenage mind, sounds aren't just sounds but the ultimate form of energy.
True love must have been in Monterey. In reality, there was nothing down there except the weather service, some dolphins, a skydiving service, & some surfers. The lions still grew a mane. Maybe the future mane was the meaning.
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