Pop Lyric Sheets: The Big Kiss-off
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Your support makes all the difference.An employment tribunal was told this week that an award-winning black DJ was sacked without warning, as the London dance station he worked for tried to become more `white' and mainstream after `restructuring' by its new owners
Was it not the sound of London
Sailing into shipwrecked morning
With a hip midshipman spinning
Lashed on to the wheel and grinning?
At which point in urban culture
Can we claim we've made advances?
Is it when the radio plays
And half a city wakes and dances?
Was it not the sound of London
Shrink-wrapped glossy in the evening
Shopping in the Seven-11
Lost in Walkman radio heaven?
Ironing, humming, prior to clubbing
Planning weekends to the beat
When the pirate got her licence
And the airwaves tasted sweet.
Meanwhile, back at Money Central
Nothing's broke but someone reckons
They can fix it, make it better.
Corporate Valhalla beckons
And the carve-up then begins
At the table, fondling figures
Lounge the lap-top ayatollahs
All discussion turns to dollars
Never mind your million listeners
Never mind the dance-floor charts
Never mind this handsome deejay
With his hotline to their hearts
Far too slack, the format's dating
With a captive audience waiting
In the advertiser's cage
Time to change the sound to beige
Was it not the sound of London?
If it was, it's sorted now
Cleared out in a dustbin-liner
By the programme's new designer
Since they know what London doesn't
And more beige is what they lack
Maybe they should paint the taxis
Just in case they look too black
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