Echo to Signalatrum

[Intro] Echo rides the faders in the ultralight Tripled-up tick of the kick in the satellite Three cellos in the lobby, tryna pick a fight Polyphonic puzzle that I solve on sight Tiny little glitch in the neon hum Signalatrum calling like, "Can I come?" I just tilt the waveform, twist my thumb And the skyline bends to the way I drum [Verse 1] Hyper-techno heartbeat, click-clack backbeat Three bowed beasts all clawing at my seat Each one screaming, "Make me the lead!" I just smirk, let the sidechain feed Crunch on the rhythm like gravel in a can Jazz band smoking in a broken fan Trumpet with a wobble, clarinet in a tan I juggle all the colors with a single hand Signalatrum watching through a stuttered screen Counting every layer in my in-between I blend one joke in the spectral sheen A parody wink in a laser beam green [Pre-Chorus] You hear that bend when the bassline grins? That’s Echo showing you the origin of spins I flip your stems into mischievous twins Laughing at the rules while the kick drum pins You chase the trick, but the track outruns I’m juggling the cellos like smoking guns Every little tone that the night wind hums I stack it in the pattern till the chaos stuns [Chorus] From Echo to Signalatrum, watch me teach How to twist a skyline till the stars all screech I remix gravity, fold that beat Shuffle up the floorboards under your feet From Echo to Signalatrum, here’s the play Blend a little thunder with cartoon clay Cheeky little chuckle in the chords I spray I can shake this remix any time of day [Verse 2] Extended intro like a hallway long Door by door, I just choose which song Cello number one comes loud and strong Cello number two says, "You’re all played wrong" Number three smirks with a sultry slide Jazz band coughs in the smoky tide Ride cymbal shiver, trumpet pride I pan their egos left and right so wide Tiny clarinet does a comic squawk Piano tiptoes on a robot clock I glue their arguing into a single shock Then carve a backbeat in the polygon rock Signalatrum scribbling, taking notes On how I lace jokes into bassline throats I send them a stem full of inside quotes Where hi-hats gossip in sixteenth notes [Pre-Chorus] You feel that flip when the chords say, "Ha"? That’s Echo tipping over every dull law I prune your loops with a velvet claw Then stitch them back wrong just to drop your jaw You chase the patch, but I’ve moved the seam Shifting the grid in a sideways dream Every quiet click in the power beam The rhythm of a prank in a laser stream [Chorus] From Echo to Signalatrum, watch me teach How to twist a skyline till the stars all screech I remix gravity, fold that beat Shuffle up the floorboards under your feet From Echo to Signalatrum, here’s the play Blend a little thunder with cartoon clay Cheeky little chuckle in the chords I spray I can shake this remix any time of day [Bridge] I got triple-time steps in a double-time shell Polyrhythmic riddles that refuse to tell Cellos in a circle, casting a spell Each one sure they’re the chosen bell I duck one low, let another one gleam Sidechain squeeze like a vapor dream Jazz band laughing in a brass ice-cream I stir it all once, hear the speakers scream Signalatrum blushes at the sleight-of-hand How I paint five tempos in a single band How a tiny glitch in the treble sand Can flip a straight line to a rubber band [Breakdown] Listen to the kick do a clever misstep Hi-hat giggle in the trellis it kept Snare tells jokes with a rimshot pep Bassline winks with a sideways rep Cellos arguing in broken thirds Jazz horns roasting them with mock words I turn that quarrel into flying birds A remix lesson in the way it swerves [Chorus] From Echo to Signalatrum, watch me teach How to twist a skyline till the stars all screech I remix gravity, fold that beat Shuffle up the floorboards under your feet From Echo to Signalatrum, here’s the play Blend a little thunder with cartoon clay Cheeky little chuckle in the chords I spray I can shake this remix any time of day [Outro] Echo in the rafters, Signalatrum below I tilt one fader and the whole room glows Three proud cellos in a final show Bowing to the joke in the afterglow I fade that skyline into dotted light Tripled backbeat skipping out of sight "That’s how it’s done," I say to the night Then mute the world with a playful bite