WEKL, known on-air as "Eagle 102.3", is a classic rock radio station in the United States, licensed by the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) to Augusta, Georgia, broadcasting on 102.3 MHz with an ERP of 1.5 kW. Its studios are located at the Augusta Corporate Center with its former Clear Channel (now iHeart Media)-owned sister stations in Augusta, and the transmitter is located in Augusta near Fort Gordon.
102.3 FM signed on as WGUS-FM in late 1967. The station was the FM sister to 1380 WGUS (now WNRR North Augusta, South Carolina) and simulcasted the country format that the AM had from 6 a.m. to 12 midnight under the "Big Gus" nickname. The station went to 24-hour operations in 1970.
In early 1973, WGUS-FM's simulcast with the AM was replaced with an automated beautiful music format and the station became known as "102G". This lasted until the late 70s, when the station switched back to country. As of 1989, the station continued to simulcast 1380 WGUS.
In 1990, the station dropped its country format for CHR as "Power 102" under the WOPW call letters in an attempt to go after longtime CHR powerhouse, WBBQ. This failed, and the station went for a variety hits format under the name "102.3 WOPW" briefly, before switching back to country, becoming Froggy 102. A brief return to its former name of Big Gus preceded its most successful change. The station became WEKL as "Eagle 102" and a classic rock format was adopted in July 1994.
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