[Style — Driving Soviet-influenced art rock, post-punk and new wave, ~160 BPM, urgent continuous forward motion. Tight dry vintage drum-machine beat, energetic and unwavering. Prominent melodic jazzy fretless bass, fluid slides, syncopation, constantly moving around the beat. Sparse sharp clean angular guitar. Flowing analog synth lines weave continuously through verses, active and restless, never static pads. In refrains, rhythm stays driving while synths expand into wide spacey sweeps, swirling cosmic textures and fast-moving transitions. Low male vocal, close and dry, cool, declarative and restrained, never belted or theatrical. Lean arrangement but always kinetic. Melancholic, strange, slightly absurd Eastern European character. No ambient drift, no ballad feel, no glossy modern production, no arena rock.] [Intro — 4 bars; rigid dry drum-machine pulse. Melodic fretless-feeling bass enters immediately, warm and jazzy, with fluid slides and small syncopated turns. Sparse clean angular guitar. Analog synth flows continuously rather than playing block chords.] [Verse 1 — synth keeps moving underneath; bass wanders melodically and occasionally answers the vocal.] Standing by the radio, needing nothing more Tracing someone else's dance steps on the floor Music blaring all around Voices drowning in the sound Watch the dancers, fast and slow Now they're here -- and now no more [Pre-refrain — no conventional build; drums remain stubbornly mechanical. Flowing synth climbs in register and widens.] See them walk from the dance floor See them standing by the door One by one, they will be gone But the music goes on, it must go on [Refrain — driving pulse never relaxes. Bass stays fluid and active. Flowing synths surge outward into bright, wide, spacey stereo motion, swirling behind the refrain. Expansive and cosmic but kinetic, never bombastic.] When it's done, we'll still be here Watching figures disappear Come and stay with us a while Find our station on the dial Be a part of our mission Tune into our transmission (our transmission) [Space transition — 4 bars. Mechanical pulse drives straight through. Fretless bass moves freely and melodically while cosmic synth figures race, spiral and cross the stereo field. Sparse angular guitar punctuation.] [Verse 2 — space narrows again without losing momentum. Dry close vocal. Flowing synth returns to its restless verse pattern; melodic fretless bass continues moving around the mechanical beat.] With your earphones in your ears Straight into our music you'll steer Disappear, reappear like a fly on someone's wall It is near, it is here, you can answer our call Learn of things known to few Let the sound take over you [Pre-refrain — restrained, nearly declarative vocal over the relentless pulse. Synth begins climbing and widening again.] Stay with us just for a song It's not going -- to take long You'll no longer be alone Half a sound, half flesh and bone [Refrain — synth field opens suddenly into wide cosmic motion. Drums keep driving unchanged; bass remains melodic, jazzy and fluid.] When it's done, we'll still be here Watching figures disappear Come and stay with us a while Find our station on the dial Be a part of our mission You must hear our transmission (our transmission) [Instrumental — melodic fretless bass takes foreground with jazzy phrasing, slides and syncopated turns over rigid machine drums. Flowing analog synth remains active and restless. Sparse angular guitar. Spacey synth figures expand and spiral outward while forward motion never relaxes.] [Final refrain — vocal stays cool, dry and declarative. Rising synthesizers over the same relentless mechanical pulse and fluid melodic bass. Synths reach their widest and strangest cosmic scale.] When it's done, we'll still be here Watching figures disappear Come and stay with us a while Find our station on the dial Be a part of our mission Tune yourself into our transmission (our transmission) [two bars] [Outro — keep driving forward. Vocal becomes increasingly detached while synths grow stranger and more spatial around the unchanged mechanical pulse. Fretless bass remains alive, jazzy and melodic.] Consumed by the sound From your time unbound Unmoored from it all You're following the call Fly out of your head To our world instead Tune in to our mission This is your transmission This is your transmission This is your transmission [Extended instrumental ending — vocal disappears. Mechanical drum pulse, melodic fretless bass and flowing cosmic analog synth continue relentlessly, as though the music keeps going after the listener is gone.]
