Static on the AM
About this track
The truth is gettin' harder to find these days; it comes in fractured pieces through a staticky haze. There's a man on the AM, his voice is full of rust; he's sellin' salvation and he's peddlin' disgust. He's talkin' 'bout the good old days, he's talkin' 'bout the fall, and you can hear the sound of grinning through the drywall of it all. He's in the truck beside you, he's in your daddy's den, whispering the same old hateful lies all over again. And the signal gets stronger the further you drive out; he's the patron saint of anger and the messiah of all doubt. His gospel is a simple one, it's easy, and it's clean; it divides the world in two, with nothing in between. And the static on the AM is the soundtrack to the war; a battle for the spirit of what you're fighting for. It's a low and steady humming of a comforting, old lie, while the truth is in the ditch that you are quickly passing by. Yeah, the static on the AM is a calculated sound to make you feel you're righteous on this shaky, sinking ground. He'll tell you who to blame for all the things you can't control; the slow decay of opportunity, the cancer in your soul. He'll give you simple targets, he'll give you simple names; he'll light the torch and hand it to you, absolve you of the flames. It's a masterful performance, it's a brilliant, evil art, to take a person's weary and frustrated, broken heart and convince them that the poison that is making them so sick is the only cure they'll ever need, so take it, and be quick. And the signal gets stronger the further you drive out; he's the patron saint of anger and the messiah of all doubt. His gospel is a simple one, it's easy, and it's clean; it divides the world in two, with nothing in between. And the static on the AM is the soundtrack to the war; a battle for the spirit of what you're fighting for. It's a low and steady humming of a comforting, old lie, while the truth is in the ditch that you are quickly passing by. Yeah, the static on the AM is a calculated sound to make you feel you're righteous on this shaky, sinking ground. You can try to change the station, you can try to turn it off, but it's in the air you're breathing, it's in your neighbor's cough. It's the background radiation of a hope that's wearing thin; the frequency of malice that you've got to fight within. And the static on the AM is the soundtrack to the war; a battle for the spirit of what you're fighting for. It's a low and steady humming of a comforting, old lie, while the truth is in the ditch that you are quickly passing by. Yeah, the static on the AM is a calculated sound to make you feel you're righteous on this shaky, sinking ground.