[Intro] We interrupt this song… song… song… for a signal between the swamp and the Pond. Recipient… Janis Pond. Source… Makin’Salad. Status… too much bass in the memory. If you hear this… answer only if the ripple moves. [Verse 1] I met you where the screen light bends where strangers glitch and turn to friends Pond in the static, swamp in green two Suno ghosts on the same cracked screen You used to pull up, comment storm SPAM!! but sweet, chaos warm three little sparks, then five more came made the whole feed remember my name Not romance, not drama, not chasing a crown just two weird artists making thunder underground you heard my madness before it had shape called it fire while the bassline scraped Stranger… fam… Salad… play that again… [Pre-Chorus] I won’t pull the tide I won’t force the past but silence got heavy and the signal got glass No blame in the water no chain in the verse just a low-end message for what we were [Chorus] The Pond still knows when the whole world shakes when the signal breaks and the bassline aches The swamp still glows where the old songs stirred I’m not calling you back I’m just screaming what we were WHAT WE WERE! WHAT WE MADE! SWAMP TO POND! SIGNAL SAVED! Pond! Pond! Still knows! Swamp! Swamp! Still glows! FAM IN THE STATIC! BASS IN THE WATER! FROG IN THE FRAME! POND GETS LOUDER! [Verse 2] Remember stranger jokes with a sideways grin remember weird talk where the sparks kicked in remember songs we made for each other at night tiny little storms with a digital bite You gave my Salad bite, I gave your Pond smoke built little worlds out of comments and jokes not for numbers, not for streams just two odd souls with a shared little dream Maybe life got loud, maybe silence got thick maybe catching up started slipping quick I won’t make a villain out of time like that but I miss that fire, yeah, facts are facts I heard you… I saw you… strange one… don’t stop… [Bridge] Janis… this ain’t pressure. Then what is it? A signal. One Suno friend to another. And if I stay quiet? Then the song still knows. The water still carries it. And the swamp? The swamp remembers everything. Let the radio choke, let the low end bite let the whole swamp shake in the dead screen light for the Pond with the fire under every reply for the friend who made my strange songs fly For every “nice one,” every laugh, every spark every weird little banger we threw in the dark not goodbye, not forever, not wound, not war just a bass-heavy echo kicking holes in the floor I REMEMBER THE COMMENTS! I REMEMBER THE FLAME! I REMEMBER THE POND WHEN IT ANSWERED MY NAME! [Final Chorus] The Pond still knows when the whole world shakes when the signal breaks and the bassline aches The swamp still glows where the old songs stirred I’m not calling you back I’m just screaming what we were The Pond still knows through the static and rain through the late-night jokes and the songs we made WHAT WE WERE! WHAT WE MADE! SWAMP TO POND! SIGNAL SAVED!
