[DRY, DISTORTED ACOUSTIC GUITAR STRUM WITH A LOW SYNTH PULSE] [VERSE 1] The copper wire is hooked. The battery is warm. The dial is turning slow. (A static hiss.) The basement floor is damp. The headphones squeeze my ears. The signal meter drops. (Nothing to show.) [PRE-CHORUS] I pass the government band. A loop of automated tones. The binary is clean. It rattles in my bones. [CHORUS] We are shouting in the dark tonight. We throw the switch. We tune the wire. A single voice across the hills. Can spark the fire. [VERSE 2] I clear the feedback loop. I check the solder joint. The soldering iron smokes. (A bitter smell.) A crackle on the band. A voice from forty miles. A local accent speaks. (And all is well.) [CHORUS] We are shouting in the dark tonight. We throw the switch. We tune the wire. A single voice across the hills. Can spark the fire. [BRIDGE] We don't have grand designs or laser beams. Just old valves warming up inside a box. A pirate frequency that they can’t catch. Behind the basement locks. We share the numbers of the broken roads. And swap the transit codes. [FAST, RHYTHMIC ACOUSTIC CHUGGING MIXED WITH SPIRAL-IN SYNTH SOUNDS] [VERSE 3] The kettle starts to boil. The lead is glowing blue. The message has been sent. (The line is clear.) We know the coordinates. The connection is secure. We are not left alone. (We are still here.) [CHORUS] We are shouting in the dark tonight. We throw the switch. We tune the wire. A single voice across the hills. Can spark the fire. [OUTRO - REPEATING MORSE CODE SYNTH BLIPS BLENDING INTO AN ACOUSTIC FADE] CQ. CQ. Do you receive? Out.
