They call me Mr. Gla**
[Verse 1]
So gather 'round all your speakers to hear us
It's the way we tell the stories like we're preachers at Easter
It's a story that I'll tell in three chapters
After introduction and the theme song is set in action
And then you hear the music [Fade In] as the title plays
And after that the stage is set, the crowd's waitin'
Step into the light with my voice as the weapon
And holding onto the mic, and I'll recount my story; steppin'
Through my history my father worked the chemical plant
'Till the factories closed, and my family moved camps
So we're down South; I learned that the color of my skin
Could've set the tone for everything uncovered within
And reflect on how we all can relate to each other
We feel as though we brothers and sisters comin' from different mothers
Individuals living on this planet together
And holding up our umbrellas
And combating the stormy weather
Like what
[Hook]
(Just)
Making music, telling stories with words
So you listen in your headphones to the stories you've heard
As I stroll throughout the timeline of life gone past
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
In This American Life we're all bearing the strife
We inherited from our parents as we prepared for life
I think back how life moved so fast
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
[Verse 2]
(Radio!)
Radio, somebody loves ya still
Though they broke your will cause technology k**s
(someone still loves you)
The video star was hot for a minute until
The internet took it over now we listen for thrills
And broadcast up in your podcast still we never lost that
Loving feeling got that after stations lost out
Music melds with memories 'til it's heavenly
And coaxial cables transmit Ira Gla**' telling me
With no apology, emotional resonance
And hesitant with technology the future is present
Living in the machine you're just lucky to know
That Life has lived through similar experience as you grow
Into the person that you wanna be; this life isn't over
Just because somebody said, "You're too old, so move over!"
It's a similar struggle that we all feel and heavy
And so when I'm tuning in I'm feeling better already
[Hook]
(Just)
Making music, telling stories with words
So you listen in your headphones to the stories you've heard
As I stroll throughout the timeline of life gone past
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
In This American Life we're all bearing the strife
We inherited from our parents as we prepared for life
I think back how life moved so fast
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
[Verse 3]
Just a skinny kid who was busy reading the Aeneid
Gla**es with thicker rims, a mind that's staying busy with
Learning from civilians about things he could have never did
But would have done just if he lived of those experienced
We pa** the stories down through history critical
Cause before we felt the pages, now we listen in digital
And no matter your voice, and no matter your name
You do your thing like Ira Gla** and baby it's all game!
Start out talking to others and you live in their pain
Listen to their victories and you give them a name
And give every show a theme and produce it to d**h
In the end you tell the human condition in one breath
Cause This American Life, we're all paying the price
And hoping that our legacy can be the reason we fight
And it's whether you make a difference in the big or the small
But when I see it on my iTunes I'm pressing Play All
What
[Hook]
(Just)
Making music, telling stories with words
So you listen in your headphones to the stories you've heard
As I stroll throughout the timeline of life gone past
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
In This American Life we're all bearing the strife
We inherited from our parents as we prepared for life
I think back how life moved so fast
And it's like when I do my thing
It's so Ira Gla**!
(scratching)
It's so Ira Gla**