[Intro – morning tape warp / street ambience] …rooster shout inna steel pan alley… market stall dem open like eye weh nuh trust sleep… radio hum under table cloth static… [Spoken Word – sharp, present tense] Dem seh di air clean, but mi hear lies floatin’ inna it. Every corner have a speaker, every speaker have a secret. Kingston a talk in code today… an’ mi decode wid mi feet. [Hype Fill] —Lock it down! —Turn di dial! —Signal rise! [Hook – sung, bright but gritty] Turn up di forbidden station Sound a build revolution Inna market, inna nation We move like vibration [Dub Section – chopped rhythm, skanking pulse] …chik-chak… chik-chak… fruit stall bassline, iron pan clap… [Spoken Word – half chant, half warning] A woman sell mango an’ prophecy same time. A man fix radio wid toothpaste an’ faith. Nuh authority control dis frequency… it grow wild like breadfruit tree. [Hype Fill – crowd call] —Hear dat! —Hear dat signal! [Hook – call and response style] Who run di sound? We run di sound! Who break di silence? We break di silence! [Instrumental Break – trip hop swing, dusty drums] …kick drum drag through gravel memory… horn stabs like questions weh cyaan settle… [Spoken Word – low intensity, rhythmic] Every billboard a blink like it nervous. Even di police radio misbehave today. Something inna di frequency refuse order… an’ nobody know if dat a crime or blessing. [Hype Fill – chopped vocal FX] —Signal free! —Signal free! [Hook – expanded, more melodic] Turn up di forbidden station We no ask fi permission Dancing through di interruption Sound system salvation [Bridge – breakdown, sparse bass + breathy vox] If yuh listen wid no fear… yuh hear di city rewrite itself. One beat at a time… [Spoken Word – final statement] Dem try label it chaos… but chaos nuh this organized. It a choir… weh learn fi hack di sky. [Outro – fade, rhythm dissolving into street noise] …market close… …radio still open… —signal never done—
