NDC Throwback Thursday Genre: Psychadelic Rock Theme: Bermuda Triangle ---------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] Radio ghosts… Lat’ twenty-seven hums, low and patient... Coordinates melt in the masthead log, digits limp like overexposed film. A pulse ricochets across the hull— a language built from misfired echoes. Antennas bow like prayer fingers, catching yesterday’s distress, played back in future tense. [Pre-Chorus] (Am I hearing what we sent?) (Or something older than the wave?) Flux-laced syllables braid themselves around the bow. [Chorus] We drift into the transient node— Where the hours loop, then thin, then fold. Transmission blooms in a crooked ring, sending us back what we never spoke. [Verse 2] The sea holds its breath in intervals, listening to our unwritten memories. Voices curl around the deck rails, hollow as buoy bells at dawn. We tune in— and the ocean tunes back. [Bridge] Latitude twenty-seven… where the signal blooms like algae in warm water. Where syllables return polished by pressure and drift. Where time misbehaves and the echo outruns the shout. [Chorus] We drift into the transient node— Where the hours loop, then thin, then fold. Transmission blooms in a crooked ring, sending us back what we never spoke. [Outro] (Faint beacons repeating) A loop inside a loop… (Faint beacons repeating) A loop inside a loop… (Faint beacons repeating) A loop inside a loop… The message ends where we begin again.
