[Radio Static] Krrrrr... ...one-two-zero-zero... Can you hear me now? [DJ - filtered] Yo, y'all... To everybody still awake... Turn that dial. Don't touch nothing else. [Male Lead] Midnight crawlin' through the wires, Black record spinning like a tire, Little blue light blinking on the wall, Nobody knows who's calling who at all. (FEMALE: Keep it low...) I got a signal in my left ear, Got a moonbeam crawling in my rearview mirror, The city went quiet, then the bass said— [MALE + FEMALE] HEY! [Male Lead] Wake that sleeping radio, Let that crooked frequency glow. [Female Low Voice] Mmm... I hear it underneath the street... [Chorus] AM twelve hundred after dark, Catch that little station in the dark. Turn the dial, let the strange thing start, One bad signal with a million hearts. (Yeah!) (Broadcast live!) (Keep that frequency!) [Male Lead] The DJ found a record with no name, No label, no number, no claim, Dropped the needle— [Radio Drop] KRRR—POP— [Male Lead] —and the whole block changed. [Female] Changed... [Male Lead] Apartment windows started breathing, Old refrigerators started believing, A taxi driver looked up and said— [Street Voice] Yo, what is that? [Male Lead] That's the sound coming through AM twelve. [Female] Don't ask questions. Just move. [Verse 2] I saw a chrome fish dancing on the dial, Wearing red shoes and a telephone smile, The bass got thick and the hallway bent, The landlord came knocking— [Street Voice] Rent! [Male Lead] I said, "Not tonight, homeboy, the station's on," Then the ceiling fan started singing my song. (FEMALE: Ooh...) The moon fell down in a coffee cup, The DJ said, "Everybody turn it up," But the transmitter coughed— [Radio Static] KRRRRR... [Male Lead - spoken] —and disappeared. [Female - sung] Then came back... [Chorus] AM twelve hundred after dark, Little black signal with a heavy spark. No big tower, no superstar, Just a funky little frequency riding in your car. (Turn it!) (Turn it!) (Keep it moving!) [Bridge - Radio Breakdown] [808 beat drops; sub bass and Rhodes remain] [DJ - telephone filter] This is a public service announcement. [Male] Uh-oh. [DJ] If your refrigerator begins to dance, Do not unplug it. [Female] Let it dance. [DJ] If your television starts speaking French, Do not answer. [Male] Why not? [DJ] It probably knows more than you. [Female] Mmm... that's right. [Radio Static] KSSHHH— [Male] Wait... Did somebody just broadcast from the moon? [Female] No. [Male] Mars? [Female] No. [Female - very low] Inside your bass cabinet. [808 HIT] [Male] OH! [Chorus - sudden beautiful harmony] Ooh... The night is calling... Ooh... The wires are falling... Ooh... But the groove keeps rolling... [Male + Female] AM twelve hundred... [Male] After— [Female] Dark... [Instrumental Funk Break] [Slap bass, clavinet, cowbell, squelch bass] Hey! Yo! Come on! Uh! [Male Lead] Now the whole street's listening, Windows open, everybody glistening, Old man dancing in a bathrobe, Young girl moonwalking past the payphone. [Female] Low... [Male] Keep that low... [Female] Lower... [Male] Even lower... [Female] Now you feel it. [Male] That's the frequency. [Chorus] AM twelve hundred after dark, Deep in the alley where the strange lights spark. No commercial break, no golden chart, Just one underground beat going straight to the heart. [Ad-libs] (Broadcast!) (Clear signal!) (Yo, homeboy!) (Stay tuned!) (Do not adjust!) (Keep that dial!) [Verse 3] The transmitter shook like a washing machine, The rhythm turned purple, the street turned green, A piccolo screamed from a rooftop antenna, Then a toy piano answered from apartment ten-a. [Female] Who put that flute in the radio? [Male] Don't know. [Female] Who put that bass in the ceiling? [Male] Don't know. [Female] Who put that moon in the kitchen? [Male] Homeboy... I think the DJ did. [DJ] I did. [Male] Oh, man. [Chorus - mixed] AM twelve hundred after dark, Feel that dirty little electric spark. From the bedroom window to the boulevard, Everybody moving when the signal hits hard. [Break] [Radio tuning sweeps] 88... 96... 108... 1200... [DJ] There it is. [Female - low] There we are. [Male] Bring that groove back. [808 + Bass Drop] [Final Chorus] AM twelve hundred after dark, One strange station lighting up the dark. No name on the record, no map, no mark, Just a midnight groove with a prehistoric heart. [Male] Turn the dial! [Female] Turn it slow... [Male] Catch the signal! [Female] Let it roll... [Male + Female] Broadcast live... All night long... [Male] If you hear that frequency— [Female] You already belong. [Outro] [Rhodes, low synth drone, distant horns, radio static] [DJ - fading] This has been AM twelve hundred... [Radio Static] Krrrr... [DJ] ...after dark. [Male - distant] Yo... [Female - distant] Mmm... [Male + Female] Stay tuned... [Radio Static] ...one-two-zero-zero... [Fade]
