The Stationmaster🎧☠️🎶🪘🖤

───── [Station Master] 89.9. Signal stable. Reality unstable. Proceed. ───── [Verse 1] Old man caught the signal clean, Woke up knowing things he’d never seen. Kid found static in a coffee can, Started drawing coastlines no one planned. Woman heard it through a busted speaker, Spent a week talking to the weather. Sailors tuned in for a song at sea, Woke up knowing where tomorrow would be. ───── [Station Master] Reality has exceeded containment. Continue. ───── [Pre-Chorus] Every signal leaves a mark. Every listener brings it home. Nobody knows what crossed the dark. Nobody knows how far it’s gone. ───── [Hook] Black tide rising, pull us in. Harbor lights all burning thin. Whole damn town got that crooked grin. The Station Master’s checking in. Stars switched places, let them spin. One more round before the end. Something’s wrong and we love it then. Everybody let the static in. ───── [Verse 2] Fish walked water by the harbor lights, Nobody questioned it all that night. Stars switched places over Pier Nine, North stopped working by closing time. Church bells rang from beneath the bay, Still kept time though they washed away. Maps changed shape in the pouring rain, Nothing came back quite the same. ───── [Station Master] The impossible remains in progress. Continue. ───── [Hook] Black tide rising, pull us in. Harbor lights all burning thin. Whole damn town got that crooked grin. The Station Master’s checking in. Stars switched places, let them spin. One more round before the end. Something’s wrong and we love it then. Everybody let the static in. ───── [Verse 3] Bartender heard it after close, Started speaking languages nobody knows. Dockhand caught it through a radio hiss, Started remembering places that don’t exist. Teacher tuned in while driving home, Started finding names inside the foam. Preacher heard it through a storm one night, Spent a week arguing with lighthouse lights. ───── [Station Master] Additional listeners detected. Continue. ───── [Bridge] Started in the harbor. Moved through the tide. Rode every wire. Crossed every pire. Now it don’t need ground. Now it don’t need sound. People carry the signal. From town to town. ───── [Station Master] Several stars remain unaccounted for. Continue. ───── [Verse 4] No birth date carved beside his name. No grave has ever made the claim. A voice rides every mile of wire. Eyes burn low in the harbor fire. Same deep gravel year to year. Like the signal keeps him here. An echo leaves no grave behind. The tide ignores a chain and line. ───── [Verse 5] Ghosts don’t rest when they never died. Storms still gather where his footsteps hide. Every report bears the same old tone. Like the signal built itself a throne. No tower stood above the bay. His voice was there anyway. Harbor legends share one fear. The signal wants him here. ───── [Station Master] Containment has failed. The broadcast has not. Continue. ───── [Final Hook] Black tide rising, pull us in. Harbor lights all burning thin. Whole damn town got that crooked grin. The Station Master’s checking in. Stars switched places, let them spin. One more round before the end. Something’s wrong and we love it then. Everybody let the static in. ───── [Final Verse] Dead air bends when he speaks at night. Harbor fog drifts toward the light. Every whisper knows his tone. Like the signal built itself a throne. Nobody knows what waits offshore. Nobody knows what keeps the score. Every road eventually bends. Back to where the broadcast ends. ───── [Station Master] The Station Master remains unaccounted for. Continue. ─────