The Lonesome D.J
Golden Earring Lyrics


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Here's a sad, real sad record I've gotta dedicate
To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway
That's quite a note you wrote
Before you sneaked out with that, what's his name?
Here's our song, yes the one
I used to play for you all day

You've gotta call and explain
Before you leave the station's range
I don't care who's listenin' in
Honey I'm against the wall
I'll adjust my program
To the kind of fool I am
I can only hope that you're tuned in

I have no choice, baby
I sell my voice, maybe
I'm just another lonesome D.J.

Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl
And I know, that home could be just as futile
Without your presence
It wouldn't make any sense
So I beg, I never did
Never realized my love for you was that immense

Call and explain
Before you leave the station's range
I don't care who's listenin' in
Honey I'm against the wall
I'll adjust my program
To the kind of fool I am
I hope you're still tuned in

I have no choice, baby
I sell my voice, maybe
I'm just another lonesome D.J.

Well, let me tell you, she didn't call
A finger to you all




I might as well have a ball
And play some rock and roll

Overall Meaning

In "The Lonesome D.J." by Golden Earring, the lyrics are a dedication to a friend, a trucker out on the road, who wrote a note before sneaking out with someone new. The song is being played by a radio DJ who is speaking to this friend, begging him or her to call in and explain what has happened before leaving the range of the station's signal. Despite the potential audience listening in, the DJ doesn't care who is hearing him and admits that he is "against the wall." He promises to adjust his program to reflect the kind of fool he is, meaning that he will play songs that reflect his current emotional state of heartbreak while hoping that the friend is still listening. Throughout the song, the DJ speaks between verses, his voice echoing the poignancy of the lyrics, and the sense of loneliness, and the depth of the pain he feels, as he stands alone in the darkened radio studio with a stack of black vinyl records.


The song is introspective and reflective, as the DJ realizes how much he loved the friend and that he longs for his presence. The song's structure is simple and repetitive, with the same verse and chorus repeated three times, with slight variations in the lyrics. These variations reflect the singer's changing attitude toward the situation, with him initially pleading with the friend to call in, then expressing his heartfelt emotions, and finally reaching a point where he decides to move on with "playing some rock and roll." The song's central theme is loneliness and how it can affect people, especially those in the entertainment business, who must share their thoughts and personalities with the public while still dealing with their own private emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

Here's a sad, real sad record I've gotta dedicate
The singer needs to play a sad song, in dedication to someone he knows who is traveling on a large highway.


To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway
The song is dedicated to a friend the singer knows who is currently on a large highway.


That's quite a note you wrote
The singer acknowledges that his friend left a note before leaving and hopes that he will come back and listen to his show again.


Before you sneaked out with that, what's his name?
The artist is wondering who his friend left with and is worried about his safety.


Here's our song, yes the one
The artist used to play a song for his friend all day and dedicates it to him now.


You've gotta call and explain
The singer wants his friend to call and explain why he left.


Before you leave the station's range
The singer wants his friend to call him before he leaves the area where he can tune in to the radio station.


I don't care who's listenin' in
The artist doesn't care if other people hear their conversation; he just wants to talk to his friend.


Honey I'm against the wall
The artist feels trapped or cornered and needs to hear from his friend to feel better.


I'll adjust my program
The artist is willing to change the music he plays on his show to match his current mood.


To the kind of fool I am
The singer admits to being foolish and ruled by his emotions when it comes to his friend.


I can only hope that you're tuned in
The artist hopes that his friend is still listening to his radio show.


I have no choice, baby
The singer has no choice but to continue with his show, even though he is upset and worried.


I sell my voice, maybe
The singer realizes that he is essentially selling his voice on the radio for money.


I'm just another lonesome D.J.
The singer is one of many radio DJs who feel isolated without their listeners and friends.


Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl
The artist is alone in the studio with his equipment and records to play on his show.


And I know, that home could be just as futile
The artist realizes that even if he were at home, it would be just as depressing as being alone at the station without his friend.


Without your presence
The singer needs his friend's presence to feel happy and complete.


It wouldn't make any sense
Without his friend, the singer's show and life lack purpose and meaning.


So I beg, I never did
The artist pleads with his friend, admitting that he never realized how important his friendship was until he left.


Never realized my love for you was that immense
The artist belatedly discovers the depth of his love for his friend and hopes that he will come back to him.


Well, let me tell you, she didn't call
The artist talks to his listeners, telling them that his friend never called him back.


A finger to you all
The singer is angry that his friend never called him back and is taking it out on his listeners.


I might as well have a ball
The artist decides to enjoy himself and play some upbeat rock and roll music for his listeners.


And play some rock and roll
The singer puts on some rock and roll music to lift his own spirits and those of his listeners.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: HAY, KOOYMANS

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