Radiocity Poem by Pierre Rausch

Several people passed the house
The division of the streets
As well as other events
You've said that well
Weller heard the recordings
Capita Mudhoney or lay down
Out of a Radio becomes a city
Live on Air!
A table of content
A computer that works well
And he came around
He did understand
Of life and death
From the living room to the kitchen
The sole unoccupied table
The cells can recuperate
Out of a Radio becomes a town
Transmitted, transmitted up!
Because it was not that way!
Fight for that grip!
There it made sense