WFLY (FLY 92.3) is a Contemporary Hit Radio station licensed to Troy, New York and serving New York's Capital District as well as the surrounding areas, including the Adirondacks. The station is owned by Pamal Broadcasting and is considered their flagship station. The studios are located at 6 Johnson Road, Latham, NY. The transmitter is located along the Helderberg Escarpment antenna farm in New Scotland. WFLY is the oldest FM radio call sign currently in use in the Albany market (since 1948).
WFLY signed on in 1948 as the radio station of the The Troy Times Record newspaper, then published by Frank Loyd York. The Troy Record had initially wanted to use the FM signal to transmit facsimile copies of their newspaper to subscribers during overnight hours. The station was programmed with classical music, news and local interest programs. Upon sign on, it had an Effective Radiated Power of 5.4 KW. Beginning in 1949, it was a member of the Rural Radio Network, receiving network programming via an over the air relay of WVCV in Cherry Valley. The Rural Radio Network dropped most of its farm content and switched to mostly classical music which was originated at WQXR in New York City. This was received via over air relay from WKIP-FM on Mount Beacon. This affiliation lasted until 1960, when the Rural Radio Network folded. The classical music continued as locally produced programming.
It's cold outside in the middle of the winter and my brain's in the fridge
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
Point things in the better I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
And it's all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
Photography mixed in the monogamy keepin' my world happenin'
(would you know what shape I'm in)
I know that I'm better when I know that you are better and I'll hold you again
(would you know what shape I'm in)
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me now
And it's gonna rage
it's gonna stay with you always
Every second counts on you to prove you're off the ground
It's cold outside in the middle of the winter and my brains in the fridge
Point things in the better I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
And its all been luck until now
And its all been luck until now
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down now
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me