THE NEXT BROADCAST [Spoken Intro] [Soft static… distant buoy bell… tape hiss…] “Good evening… You’re just in time. Tonight’s request… Hasn’t happened yet.” [Beat drops.] ⸻ [Verse 1] Someone humming through the rain. Sang the songs we knew by name. As the dock at break of day. Called every soul away. Every man just closed his eyes. Smiled like home had found our lives. The final verse reached the deck. Then came the waiting wreck. ⸻ [Pre-Hook] Every heartbeat matched the tide. Every word pulled us inside. Every note felt strange somehow. Tomorrow sang them to us now. ⸻ [Hook 1] The Next Broadcast… hear it call. Every voyage… after all. The Next Broadcast… clear and true. Yesterday… was calling you. Turn it up… don’t ask why. Every chorus… learns to die. When your story fills the foam. Someone else… will call it home. ⸻ [Verse 2] Every lyric knew our fate. Before we cast away. Every chorus crossed the sea. Long before it came to be. Then the singer spoke our doom. Every note became the truth. Every voice joined right along. We’d died before the song. ⸻ [Bridge] Every channel turned to one. Every voyage came undone. Every silence learned to sing. The end was listening. Then the static broke apart. Someone tuned in from the dark. Every voice beyond the foam. One by one sang us home. ⸻ [Verse 3] Every song reached harbor first. Long before we knew the words. Every ending sang our names. Tomorrow came today. Then the record skipped one beat. Twelve more voices filled the sea. Every one was singing strong. We’d been there all along. ⸻ [Hook 2] The Next Broadcast… hear it clear. Every voice you love is here. The Next Broadcast… rolling slow. Playing lives you used to know. Turn it up… don’t turn away. Tomorrow’s gone… yesterday. Every soul the ocean keeps. Still comes drifting… through these seas. ⸻ [Final Hook] The Next Broadcast… rolls again. Calling daughters. Calling men. The Next Broadcast… never ends. Every stranger… sounds like friends. Turn it up… hear them sing. Every bell is welcoming. When the record starts again… You’ll remember where you’ve been. ⸻ [Spoken Outro] [Static… buoy bell… distant harmonica…] “This concludes tonight’s broadcast…” “Stand by…” “Tomorrow night’s request… comes from you.”
