[Title: NEON WEATHER] [Intro] [vinyl crackle, distant laughter, soft fluorescent synth pulses] [whispered female vocal, conversational] Where are we going? I don’t know. You coming? Yeah, give me a second. [small electronic melody appears] Wait… What’s that? [deep resonant bass pulse] Bwoom. ⸻ [Verse 1] [laid-back hip-hop groove] Left the house with a plan in my head Lost the plan by the time we got there Somebody’s laughing in the back of the car Says we’re almost there We’re almost somewhere Neon spilling through the window Purple running down the glass We pass the same street three times Nobody seems to mind Nobody’s keeping track Somebody changed the song Somebody changed it back Somebody’s telling a story Nobody knows where it went [brief silence] Wait… What were we talking about? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] [beat strips down, playful synth melody] Follow the sound Follow the sound Don’t worry where it takes us now Follow the sound Follow the sound We’re already halfway down ⸻ [Drop] [huge warm sub-bass, FM wobble, chopped female vocal] Follow— Follow— Follow— BWOOM [glitching vocal fragments] Sound… sound… sound… ⸻ [Verse 2] [boom-bap swing returns] Somebody found a rooftop Somebody found a beat Somebody disappeared for twenty minutes Came back dancing down the street Talking about the future Talking like we know Then somebody sees the moon And everybody stops Because it’s glowing through the smoke Phone light blinking on the pavement Shoelace loose, I never tie it Three new thoughts before the first one finishes I don’t even try to fight it Every little sound has color Every shadow starts to breathe The city keeps unfolding Like it knows a secret And forgot to tell me ⸻ [Pre-Drop] [psychedelic delay, bass slowly filtering upward] Wait… Why is that light blinking? It’s been blinking this whole time. Look— It’s following the music. [small playful synth melody] Don’t touch it. [pause] Okay… Touch it. ⸻ [Drop 2] [glitchy bass, playful digital percussion] BWOOM Look at the lights— BWOOM Look at the sky— BWOOM Look at the— [cut to silence] Whoa. ⸻ [Bridge] [everything suddenly becomes tiny, dreamy and childlike] The street is humming. The buildings are breathing. Someone is laughing three blocks away. A red light turns green. A green light turns blue. Nobody says anything. We just watch. [delayed whisper] Watch… Watch… Watch… ⸻ [Verse 3] [groove returns, warmer and more melodic] Somebody found an old arcade Somebody found a vending machine We spend ten minutes choosing candy Like it’s something we’ve never seen Quarter in the wrong pocket Keys somewhere inside my sleeve I came in looking for my friends Then forgot why I had to leave So we walk until the morning With the city turning gold Every wrong turn finds another Little thing we didn’t know No destination No grand design Just one more corner One more sign One more song One more night ⸻ [Final Pre-Chorus] [melody becomes increasingly psychedelic] Follow the sound Follow the sound Maybe we’re not lost. Maybe there’s just… More directions. [echo] More directions… Directions… ⸻ [Final Drop] [massive clean sub-bass, FM movement, fluorescent synth explosion] FOLLOW THE SOUND BWOOM FOLLOW THE SOUND BWOOM FOLLOW THE— [rapid vocal chops] Sound Sound Sound Sound— [everything cuts] ⸻ [Outro] [soft female vocal, warm synths, distant city ambience] What time is it? I don’t know. Do you know where we parked? … No. [small playful synth melody] But look. [beatbox bass] Bwoom. [soft laugh] There it is. [long psychedelic delay] There it is… There it is… There it is…
