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Wild FM Radio The Blues Edition
Ever wonder why heartbreaks, hangovers, and horrible decisions make the best blues tracks? Tonight, we're cranking up the volume on Wild FM Radio to explore those smokey bar anthems that make you want to pour a stiff drink and contemplate life choices. We're starting with Ruby Red, hot Rivers, whose sultry voice captures every ounce of emotion in "Whiskey and Sinful Nights." It's a melody that wraps around you like a smoky haze, pulling you into the world of neon lights and broken promises.
But the night doesn't stop there. Midnight Moses takes us on a gritty journey through the musical streets of Memphis with "Lustful Lips and Lady Luck." His gravelly vocals make you feel every heartbeat of Beale Street's blues, where love is as elusive as the shadows that dance around you. So strap in as we take you from Memphis to Chicago, introducing unforgettable voices and soul-stirring tunes that paint pictures of lost love and fleeting luck. It's a blues lover's paradise, and you're invited to feel every note.
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you're locked in to the wildest ride on the airwaves. No rules, no limits, no filter, just pure, untamed sound. Feel the rush, hear the roar. This is wild radio. This is Wild Radio. Turn it up, break the dial stay wild.
Speaker 3:Ladies and gentlemen, lovers of the late night neon and the dirty whiskey soaked truth of life, Welcome to Wild FM Radio, where the volume is high, the topics are low down and tonight it's all about the blues.
Speaker 4:That's right baby the blues, where every heartbreak, hangover and horrible decision gets turned into song so damn good. You almost want to make the same mistake again, just to feel it twice.
Speaker 3:Nova, that sounds like the reason why you're still single.
Speaker 4:Hey, hey, I prefer emotionally untethered, more like uncontrolled and proud. Now let's kick things off with song that's as smooth as fine bourbon and just as dangerous. This one's from the sultry queen of smoky bars and broken hearts Ruby Red, hot Rivers with Whiskey and Sinful Nights. Pour yourself a drink and soak this one in guitar solo.
Speaker 2:Moonlight dripping off, the neon signs, gambling hearts on borrowed time, whiskey flowing like a river wide. Every secret drowning in the stride Secret, drowning in the strife. Late night whispers In a smoky haze, soulful tunes on a guitar's gaze, shadows dancing on the barstow floor. Each knows a story we've all heard before Memphis blues and sinful nights, whiskey, dreams and flashing lights, broken promises on silent lips. Life's a gamble. With a whiskey, sip down and out, it was sky high bound Each lost soul that's wandering round. In every broken chord. Sweet refrain, you find yourself and lose the pain. Sirens sing from the gravel roads.
Speaker 1:Heartaches melt where the whiskey flows, time stands still with every beat. Life ain't easy, but it's bittersweet.
Speaker 2:Memphis blues and sinful nights, whiskey drinks and flashing lights.
Speaker 4:Broken promises on silent lips. Life's a gamble. With a whiskey set, oh, that song makes me want to sip on something dark and regret something light. Oh, so your usual Tuesday night, pretty much. But man, ruby, red, hot Rivers just gets it. That voice, that swagger. She sings like she's got a broken heart in one hand and a shot blast in the other.
Speaker 3:That's because she probably does. Up next, we've got a scorcher from a man who sounds like he smokes cigars for breakfast and washes them down with a bottle of bad decisions. Midnight Moses, here's lustful lips and lady luck.
Speaker 4:If that ain't perfect, I don't know what is the craving the wrong person and about hoping you win at something for once in your damn life? Sounds like you're dating history and I wouldn't change a thing. Here's Midnight, moses. Try not to let your clothes fall off, people down on Beale Street feeling rough.
Speaker 2:Life dealt me hands not enough. Strum my six string late at night. Moon's my only source of light. Whiskey bottle by my feet, Dusty road where lovers meet. Her lips are red our chances slim.
Speaker 1:Play a tune that feels like sin, oh lady love, where have you gone?
Speaker 2:Chasing shadows until dawn. Love's full lips that slip away. Memphis blues All night we play, walking past the neon lights. Guitar crying out its flight, voices mingle in the air. Dreams of fortune everywhere. Dice keep rolling, one or two, many times. Lux, a ghost in smoky chimes. Lustful lips, they haunt my dreams. Memphis blues and muted screams Losing muted screens. Street calls rhythm in the night, faded faces out of sight, every quarter shattered. Dream Life is never what it seems. Thank you.
Speaker 3:While midnight Moses never disappoints, that voice is like gravel and honey had a love child. That's what I want people to say about me, More like if whiskey and bad life choices had a child you flatter me.
Speaker 4:Now. Get ready, because we're about to hit the streets of Chicago with a bluesman who sounds like he's been singing since the Great Depression. Hobo Hank the Howler brings us Midnight in the Windy City, the kind of song that makes you feel like you're standing under a flickering streetlight watching the rain wash away your last dollar and probably your dignity. Speak for yourself. Anyways, here's Hobo Hank the Howler down the L track shadow in my wake city.
Speaker 2:Lights are flashing streets so wide awake, neon dreams. They shimmer where the river bends, concrete conversations where the night begins. Lonely hearts on State Street jive to the groove. Homeowner took cries out every time we moved. Soulful echoes Whisper tales of love and sin. Midnight in the windy city, let the blues begin. Rush of life and memories Tangled in the night. Steel guitars and alleyways strumming to the fight. Faces in the windows, shadows on the ground. Midnight wind is singing to that mournful sound. Lonely hearts on State Street jive to the groove. High mauling of cries out every time we move. Soulful echoes whisper tales of love and sin. Midnight in the windy city, let the blues begin. Old man by the bar seeking out the past, whiskey in his bottle, bottle Stories that will last. Broken hearts serenade With a weary tune Underneath the moonlight In a smoky room. Lonely hearts on State Street jive to the groove. A monocle cries out every time we move. Soulful echoes whisper tales of love and sin.
Speaker 3:Midnight in a windy city, let the blues begin. Thank you, Tam Hobo. Hank always makes me feel like I need a trench coat and a bad habit.
Speaker 4:Same, but I already got the bad habits.
Speaker 3:Oh, trust me, we know Now, sticking with that Chicago blues vibe, we've got Lowdown Lucy with Windy City Woes. She's got that voice that makes you feel things you didn't even know you had Like our conscience. I was thinking more like an existential crisis, but sure, here's Lowdown Lucy.
Speaker 2:Riding high on a midnight train. Silver rails cut through the pain, city lights they call my name, but nothing ever stays the same. Smoke curls up from my cigarette. Memories fade, can't just forget. Street corners hum. A lonesome tale Echoes through the night, so frail. Oh, the windy city blows Through my heart. It comes and goes Down by the river where the blues unfold, leaving stories left untold. Neon signs they flicker bright, but love got lost in the urban night. Cobblestone dreams and broken glass caught in the net of the city's grass. Busker plays on a hazy dawn A matter to wails the world forlorn Steel guitar cries tears of rain In this town of endless pain. Oh, the windy city blows Through my heart. It comes and goes Down by the river where the blues unfold, leaving stories left untold. Guitar solo oh, the windy city blows Through my heart. It comes and goes Down by the river where the blues unfold, leaving stories left untold.
Speaker 4:All right, you blues lovers. It's time for the main event, the song of the week. And who better to bring us home than the legendary Magnolia? Me with my man, Done Left Me.
Speaker 3:Because, let's be honest, if your man didn't leave you, can you really call it the blues?
Speaker 4:Exactly, and Magnolia Me makes you feel it.
Speaker 3:She doesn't just sing the blues, she bleeds them, just like your last ex when she found out about the other ex.
Speaker 4:And that's why I only date men who don't want sharp objects.
Speaker 3:Good plan. All right, folks, here's Magnolia Me with our song of the week. My man Done Left Me. I'm left today Empty bed, cold as night.
Speaker 5:Heartache stays out of sight. Heart swing creaks alone. Wind carries tears. Unknown Cup of joe, black and true Sugar can't hide the blue. My man done, left me crying so heavy feels like dying. Footsteps fade down the lane, lost in this endless pain. Old guitars, drums, my woes. Notes follow where he goes. Rivers, death can't compare to the grief. In my step, cicadas sing this song loneliness all day long, bottles dry. Can't pretend. Whiskey won't bring him back again. My man done, left me crying so heavy feels like dying. Footsteps fade down the lane, lost in this endless pain.
Speaker 5:I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song called. I'm going to play a song. Old guitars, trumps my woes. Notes follow where he goes. Rivers' depth can't compare To the grief. In my stare, cicadas sing their song Loneliness all day long Bottles dry. Can't pretend Whiskey won't bring him back again. My man done left me crying so heavy feels like dying footsteps fade down the lane, lost in this endless pain I sense pain that was like a heartbreak, wrapped in velvet and set on fire.
Speaker 3:Exactly how I like my music and my revenge.
Speaker 4:And, on that note, it's time for us to get out of here. You've been listening to Wild FM Radio, where the music's dirty, the jokes are filthier and the hosts are completely unqualified for real jobs. Speak for yourself.
Speaker 3:But yeah, until next time, keep your drinks full, your regrets low and your blues high.
Speaker 4:And if your heart gets broken.
Speaker 1:Just remember, at least you'll have a great song to go with it. You're locked in to the wildest ride on the airwaves. No rules, no limits, no filter, just pure, untamed sound. Feel the rush, hear the roar. This is Wild Radio. Turn it up, break the dial, stay wild. No rules, no limits, no filter, just pure, untamed sound. Feel the rush, hear the roar. This is Wild Radio.
Speaker 2:My love's like the gout, Stay wild. Love's like the gout stay wild. Thank you.
