Here’s an ode to the noble—if fading—newspaper, set to the rhythm and cadence of Little River Band’s “Help Is On the Way”. Picture it: soaring harmonies, seventies optimism colliding with ink-stained melancholy. Sing it in your head as the printing press rolls on like a steam-powered elegy.
🎶 “News Is On The Page”
(Ode to the Newspaper — to the tune of “Help Is On the Way”)
Verse 1
Why do you wake up to flicker and glare?
When once we unfolded the truth with fanfare.
The rustle of morning, the black-and-white sage,
Now silenced by scrolls on a blue-lighted cage.
Pre-Chorus
But there’s still a box on the corner that creaks,
Still headlines that shout without needing your clicks.
You don’t have to swipe, you don’t have to obey—
Just turn the page and feel the weight.
Chorus
News is on the page (oh yeah), fresh from yesterday,
Truth in serif lines, ink that doesn’t fade.
News is on the page (hold on), whisperin’ what they say—
Not an algorithm ghostin’ what you crave.
Verse 2
There’s war in the margins and hope in the fold,
Obits for heroes, and markets gone cold.
The crossword’s still there if you need to delay,
And comics remind you it’s okay to fray.
Pre-Chorus
Don’t need a battery, don’t need a tap,
Just coffee, a chair, and a well-worn lap.
It’s not trending now, it won’t go away—
A time machine bound for yesterday.
Chorus
News is on the page (still here), truth that’s earned its stay,
Stories written long before you came.
News is on the page (read it), heartbeats in the gray,
The fourth estate that keeps the wolves at bay.
Bridge
Oh the presses thunder like distant drums,
Where deadlines are battles, and editors run.
Each copy a relic, a candle’s faint glow—
When the grid goes dark, this is what you’ll know.
Chorus (Final)
News is on the page (don’t blink), signal in the haze,
History’s rough draft, still unafraid.
News is on the page (turn it), before it fades away,
Before the silence has the final say…
🎵 [fade out with harmony and subtle panic]