Gather round friends, I have a story to tell
A story of a hero, by the name of Art Bell
As the sun goes down, winds kick up the sand
As we're all tuning our dials, whether on sea or on land
And anxiously wait for that voice in the night
He brings those things hidden, out into the light
From Roswell to Mars, from Mels hole to Ed Dames,
didn't know them at first, now their all household names
You gave of yourself to help open our minds,
As we sat by our phones just to hear, "open Lines"
To tell of our stories, our dreams and our fears,
You smiled as you listened thru out these past years.
You ask all the questions we wanted to know,
And played wierd recordings of sounds down below
Some say we're all crazy and your show makes them laugh
I bet they wernt laughing when we spiked that graph!
From Scallion to Martin and those in between
From ghosts to crop circles and things that aren't seen
You made us all question the things that we hear
As the road much less traveled became your career.
Your critics were many, and enemies a few,
They feared the truth and the "parts" left to you
Together, you and Keith took the airwaves by storm,
Never giving up, or giving in, when pressed to conform
So you have won, and so have we all
Our spirits have touched just by answering the call
From Portland to Maine, from Sparks to Duluth,
You have touched us all, by expanding our "truths"
"From the high desert" will be a thing of the past,
Talk about a "quickining",these last weeks have gone fast!
"Live long and prosper", my radio friend,
And feel all the love that your audience sends
Retirement isnt always as it might appear,
I hope you write as you travel , maybe far, maybe near
But whatever you do, we all wish you well,
We love and we'll miss you, my hero, Art Bell
