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a-Music - Dread The Airheads by Gloria Buono-Daly (C) 2025
by Gloria Buono → (All Poetry by Gloria Buono)
Thursday, July 3, 2025 Not rated by the Author.

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Say goodbye to fake friends and empty drama with “Dread the Airheads” — a soulful R&B anthem that calls out shallow vibes and celebrates real love and strength. Get ready for catchy hooks, spoken swagger, and vibes that keep it 100%. Listen now and feel the power of truth!

Dread The Airheads by Gloria Buono-Daly (C) 2025 *(Intro / Hook)* Oooo…Ooooo…Oh no … Oh no — here come the airheads. Anyone can spot ’em a mile away. Big smiles, big talk, not much to say… More drama than a matinee…Oh…yeah… (Hook Tag) Always time to dread the airheads…Mmmm… *(Verse 1)* They plan the lunch, then show up late, Phone in hand — all style, but no weight. You speak your truth, they change the frame, Check their lips, mid-grin — no shame… They never ask how you’ve been, Too busy posing to let love in. They’ll flirt with your man, then fake a grin, Like it’s harmless fun — but it’s all a spin. Airheads too blind to see, my true love always wins… (Hook Tag) Always time to dread the airheads…Mmmmm… *(Chorus 1)* Cheap and shallow, fake and loud, Float like glitter, lost in crowds. All flash, no core — can’t make amends, Say “I got you,” but it all depends. They smile for likes, not love instead……Oooo…mmmm… (Hook Tag) Always time to dread the airheads…Oooo…Mmmmm… *(Verse 2)* You share your joy — they change the beat, Make your victory taste bittersweet. Your heartbreak hits, they scoff and smirk, Say “love’s a trap” — then go to work. They post that pic: “Besties for life,” Right after cutting you with a knife. The likes roll in, the lies get fed — And all you think is what was said… (Hook Tag) Always time to dread the airheads…Mmmmm… *(Chorus 2)* Cheap and shallow, fake and loud, Float like glitter, lost in crowds. All flash, no core — can’t make amends, Say “I got you,” but it all depends. They smile for likes, not love instead… *(Bridge)* They talk like queens, but treat you less. Say, “You’re my girl;” but it’s just finesse. You fall apart — they never call. They only rise when others fall. You don’t need that noise — you need soul. You need folks who make you whole. Not filters, not fame, not the flair they spread — Just love that’s real when the lights go dead…Mmmmm… *(Spoken)* Airheads aren’t just a type — They can be anyone, anywhere, even close to home. They can be friends, even family — They come in all shapes, sizes — great and small, From sweet-faced charmers to gossip queens, From connivers, to mud slingers, and everything in between. They smile, they shine — then twist the scene. Play the part, but never clean. So don’t be fooled by the polished thread — “… Ha… ha ha ha… we got this, you betcha’ we got this.” If we could only pinch their heads like a balloon… Wow... The world would be a better place. Watch out who you let in. *(Final Chorus)* They charm the room, then break the trust, Talk real sweet, but love to combust. Big hello, then vanish instead — Always time to dread the airheads... They can’t hold truth, can’t hold a friend, Just rehearse the role, again and again. All their sparkle fades when fed — (Hook Tag) Always time to dread the airheads…Mmmmm… *(Final Outro)* How do they sleep? Truth is — they don’t. They’re too busy spinning what they won’t own. Afraid someone might crack the glaze, And shatter the mask they wear for praise... But you? You stand in truth, not trends. You burn with fire that never bends. Remember the gems and the rest of them — It’s not the shine, It’s the time, For the soul within… With true love, not about the win All heart, all for keeps through thick or thin…. (instrumental fade out) With true love, not about the win… All heart, all for keeps through thick or thin… (end of song)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 4, 2025

There seem to be a lot of them around these days. Perhaps because real work… physical work… is disappearing and airheads generally are far above getting their hands dirty when they can talk their way out of a paper bag, they think.

Good one… R&B with social commentary… Love it.

Ron