Coordinates: 41°7′56.00″N 80°45′40.00″W / 41.1322222°N 80.7611111°W
WYCL (1540 AM) is a radio station licensed to Niles, Ohio, and serving the Youngstown-Warren area from its studio/transmitter facility in Mineral Ridge. The station is only allowed to broadcast with 500 watts during the daytime hours. WYCL and urban AC-formatted WHTX are owned by Sagittarius Communications, LLC
The station went on the air as the original home of WNIO, which is where the call letters were derived from, the city of license of Niles, Ohio. The station was first owned by "The Niles Broadcasting Company," headed by Frank Bevilacqua, his son Robert Bevilacqua and Stephen Conti and operated out of studios at their transmitter site in Mineral Ridge, Ohio.
WNIO signed on as a Top 40 station, competing against the dominant Top 40 station in the market, WHOT (then at 1330 kHz; that frequency is now home to WGFT). During its Top 40 run, It featured personalities like Ron Leader, Steve Miller, Mike Richards, Vince Camp, Frankie "Mr. Lucky" Halfacre, and newsmen Ed Richards and Mark Dailey. By mid-1973, still under the Bevilacquas' ownership, the station had switched to a contemporary country format. "PS Broadcasting Corp," owned by James Psihoulis, acquired WNIO in late 1973,. PS Broadcasting also owned WWIZ 103.9 MHz in nearby Mercer, which also featured the C&W format, and both stations often promoted each other.
A rope tightens
Breath constricted
No hand pulls this is self-inflicted sickness
Sickness
Self diagnosed without witness
Wish list grip fist
The beggary of riches
A belly full fights never willingly
An empty stomach does not have the energy to finish it
Layers in between
Padded by a dream
Stretching for the means
Without thought of exhausting the seams
No space for indiginity
On the face of simplicity
A taste of sufficiency's
A bellyfull of lethargy
A dash of apathy a pinch of extacy's a recipe
Serving up a feast for the beast of our treachery
Not sure if your getting celebrity's out effigy
I hear just fine
But I'm deaf to those next to me
Conflict it perplexes me
Cause out biggest battle
Is now we're so free that we choose to be shackled
I'm stuck freedom lasso
This invisible strain of the human stain
Colours every brain, vein
Thus chained to another's pain
We may not be the artist by we surely are the fram
We may just be the smoke
But we cannot blame the flame
Strange is the fruit
That nourishes not the vein
Yet we are odder still
For we seek it like the rain
Nothing bounds out path
Yet we march perfect in lane
Whoever saw a tiger that desired to be tamed?
Reality defies
Nature does not know surprise
Yet the lesion of our season blinds even the eagle's eyes
Spies dread not headlock tight as threadknot
Get lost why throw a bone to a dead dog?
This is not charity
That is just sarcasm
That's why we bite so hard and never bark at em
Spark at em's insane
It's play gather and prey
When even the mighty tiger
He desires to be tamed
I'm stuck freedome lasso
They act as if it's positive
Though it's so obviously derogative
And even if you're bobby
This is never your prerogative
It's obvious we're warriors
And crooked just like bobby is
But colleges and mockeries
Will never make a socrates
Apologies and robberies
They follow with atrocity
Sorrow and hypocrisy
Don't make very good crockery
Watchin' this it's horror bliss
And one day I will promise this
The day the tiger wakes