FOG MACHINE [Intro] [fluorescent synth pulse, distant BART rumble, cassette hiss] Where are you? Somewhere in the city. Which part? … I don’t know. [small playful synth] Just keep driving. [deep bass pulse] Bwoom. ⸻ [Verse 1] [loose boom-bap groove] Fog rolling over the freeway Headlights floating in the gray Somebody burned another mixtape And it skips at the best part anyway Flip phone buzzing in my pocket Three missed calls from somebody’s friend “Where are you guys?” “Almost there.” We’ve been saying that for an hour. BART doors closing Somebody waving through the glass We run three blocks to catch the next one Laughing way too fast ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] [bright quirky synth arpeggio] San Francisco in the rearview Oakland glowing underneath Berkeley lights across the water Everything is out of reach No destination No return Just another streetlight Another turn ⸻ [Chorus] [wide female vocal, warm sub] We’re living in the fog machine Everything is glowing green Can’t tell where the night begins Can’t tell where we’ve been We’re living in the fog machine Young enough to chase the scene If tomorrow wants to find us It can wait till morning ⸻ [Drop] [huge clean psychedelic bass, fluorescent synths] FOG BWOOM LIGHTS BWOOM CITY BWOOM EVERYWHERE [rapid vocal chops] Everywhere Everywhere Everywhere— ⸻ [Verse 2] [boom-bap swing, playful digital percussion] Mission murals underneath the streetlights Painted faces watching us go by Somebody’s taking pictures with a disposable Flash exploding every time Record store window Poster on the wall Somebody says they know the band Nobody knows them at all Coffee shop at midnight Sketches covering the table Plans for five different futures None of them seem very stable “Meet me back here Friday.” “Which Friday?” [beat] “Good question.” ⸻ [Pre-Drop] [detuned synth, filtered drums] Look— The bridge is glowing. No, that’s the fog. No… That’s the bridge. [small laugh] I can’t tell anymore. ⸻ [Drop 2] [hyperactive synth melody, deep FM bass] BWOOM GOLDEN GATE BWOOM CITY LIGHTS BWOOM DON’T LOOK DOWN [hard cut] Look. [tiny synth melody] Whoa. ⸻ [Bridge] [everything becomes dreamy and spacious] The Bay is black glass. The hills are blinking. A plane moves slowly through the clouds. Someone says, “Imagine living there.” Nobody asks where. We just watch it disappear. [long dub delay] Disappear… Appear… Disappear… ⸻ [Verse 3] [warm melodic hip-hop groove] Sunrise underneath the overpass Orange bleeding through the haze Everybody looks exhausted Nobody wants to end the day CD case underneath the seat Phone battery almost gone We don’t know where we’re headed But somehow we’re still moving on One more stop in San Jose One more turn through Fremont Somebody wants to see the ocean Somebody wants to keep driving So we do. ⸻ [Final Chorus] [expansive female vocals, shimmering synth layers] We’re living in the fog machine Everything is glowing green Can’t tell where the night begins Can’t tell where we’ve been We’re living in the fog machine Young enough to chase the scene If tomorrow wants to find us It can wait till morning ⸻ [Final Drop] [massive warm sub, playful fluorescent synth chaos] FOG MACHINE BWOOM FOG MACHINE BWOOM SAN FRANCISCO BWOOM OAKLAND BWOOM BERKELEY BWOOM EVERYWHERE— [everything cuts] [soft vocal] Where are we? [deep bass] Bwoom. [Outro] [distant freeway, cassette flutter, tiny synth melody] Somewhere in the Bay. … Keep driving. [long tape echo] Keep driving… Keep driving… Keep driving…
