The Signal

sound collage, hip-hop, hardcore ska punk, free jazz, noise, female vocals, female rappers, dj scratch, guitar, bass, drums

V3.5

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Tune it in and twist the dial,
(It’s got a weird style), it’s pulling thoughts from a hundred miles.
Buzz and crackle (as though it’s alive),
Trying to describe (something ancient, undefined).
Hot like gamma when it spikes right,
(Flashing in a bright light), a message lost in the great white.
We're counting wavelengths (in the wrong key),
Now it’s reaching out to me, (it's a spectral symphony).

[Verse 2]
Gonna trace (the interlace) to find the source,
(A blip, of force), that’s steering off an unknown course.
The static whispers (on a shifting drone),
Then the signals grow, (and I swear they’re coming from my phone).
It’s like a buzzing sound that you can’t unhear,
(It fills the atmosphere), but makes every channel crystal clear.
How can I fight it when it’s buried in the sound?
(Lurking in the waves), pulling thoughts from the underground.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got a tendency to chase the things I shouldn’t hear,
And now the signal’s burned into my atmosphere.
I’m the kind of fool who tunes to chaos and regret,
I can’t decode the meaning, but I’m not done yet.

[Chorus 1]
The signal’s red, then it turns to blue,
Pulses through the static, and it calls to you.
It’s green now, twisting through the air,
Shifting hues and meanings, is it everywhere?
The signal hums, and it breaks the sky,
Frequencies are screaming, will it pacify?
The signal bends, and it pulls me near,
Whispering its secrets, filling me with fear.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Chickity-static, (that sound's the signal’s clicking),
The politicians are slick, (but they’re still just tricking).
The warnings echo, “Stay inside,” (but there’s no guide),
To block the flood of frequencies amplified.
Like Morrisey, (I’m in a panic),
The sky’s volcanic, (and the air turns frantic).
Signals blip like sonar, (I hear them ticking),
My pulse gets thick in (the code it’s flicking).

[Verse 4]
I'm gonna count each beat in binary,
(Anomalies repeat), patterns so arbitrary.
Just push the button, (and don’t ask why),
Because the signal only changes (when the brave comply).
Every line has turned into noise,
(A web of voice), collapsing into deadly poise.
How can I tune out when it’s deep inside my brain?
(Breaking every channel), making reason seem insane.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got a tendency to chase the things that burn too bright,
And now the signal’s taken over every night.
I’m the kind of fool who hunts the frequencies of doom,
Filling every corner of my living room.

[Chorus 2]
The signal’s red, then it shifts to green,
Twisting in the cosmos like it’s all a dream.
It’s blue now, tearing through the dark,
Drawing lines and symbols like an ancient spark.
The signal bends, and it cracks the night,
Flickering in patterns like a serpent’s bite.
The signal howls, and it doesn’t stop,
Rising in crescendo, waiting for the drop.

[Instrumental]

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus 3]
The signal’s red, then it twists to black,
Fading like a shadow that will not come back.
It’s gold now, flashing through my veins,
Burning like a warning from electric chains.
The signal sings, and it doesn’t lie,
Spiraling through chaos like a molten sky.
The signal ends, or it starts anew,
Breaking through the silence—what else can it do?

[Instrumental]

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[Instrumental] [Verse 1] Tune it in and twist the dial, (It’s got a weird style), it’s pulling thoughts from a hundred miles. Buzz and crackle (as though it’s alive), Trying to describe (something ancient, undefined). Hot like gamma when it spikes right, (Flashing in a bright light), a message lost in the great white. We're counting wavelengths (in the wrong key), Now it’s reaching out to me, (it's a spectral symphony). [Verse 2] Gonna trace (the interlace) to find the source, (A blip, of force), that’s steering off an unknown course. The static whispers (on a shifting drone), Then the signals grow, (and I swear they’re coming from my phone). It’s like a buzzing sound that you can’t unhear, (It fills the atmosphere), but makes every channel crystal clear. How can I fight it when it’s buried in the sound? (Lurking in the waves), pulling thoughts from the underground. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got a tendency to chase the things I shouldn’t hear, And now the signal’s burned into my atmosphere. I’m the kind of fool who tunes to chaos and regret, I can’t decode the meaning, but I’m not done yet. [Chorus 1] The signal’s red, then it turns to blue, Pulses through the static, and it calls to you. It’s green now, twisting through the air, Shifting hues and meanings, is it everywhere? The signal hums, and it breaks the sky, Frequencies are screaming, will it pacify? The signal bends, and it pulls me near, Whispering its secrets, filling me with fear. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Chickity-static, (that sound's the signal’s clicking), The politicians are slick, (but they’re still just tricking). The warnings echo, “Stay inside,” (but there’s no guide), To block the flood of frequencies amplified. Like Morrisey, (I’m in a panic), The sky’s volcanic, (and the air turns frantic). Signals blip like sonar, (I hear them ticking), My pulse gets thick in (the code it’s flicking). [Verse 4] I'm gonna count each beat in binary, (Anomalies repeat), patterns so arbitrary. Just push the button, (and don’t ask why), Because the signal only changes (when the brave comply). Every line has turned into noise, (A web of voice), collapsing into deadly poise. How can I tune out when it’s deep inside my brain? (Breaking every channel), making reason seem insane. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got a tendency to chase the things that burn too bright, And now the signal’s taken over every night. I’m the kind of fool who hunts the frequencies of doom, Filling every corner of my living room. [Chorus 2] The signal’s red, then it shifts to green, Twisting in the cosmos like it’s all a dream. It’s blue now, tearing through the dark, Drawing lines and symbols like an ancient spark. The signal bends, and it cracks the night, Flickering in patterns like a serpent’s bite. The signal howls, and it doesn’t stop, Rising in crescendo, waiting for the drop. [Instrumental] [Instrumental Break] [Chorus 3] The signal’s red, then it twists to black, Fading like a shadow that will not come back. It’s gold now, flashing through my veins, Burning like a warning from electric chains. The signal sings, and it doesn’t lie, Spiraling through chaos like a molten sky. The signal ends, or it starts anew, Breaking through the silence—what else can it do? [Instrumental]

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