[Intro: Stoner-rock male lead, thick fuzz guitar riff, crackling radio static, slow howl] Calling out, calling out, anybody on the band Calling out from the hill with a cold mic in my hand [Verse 1: Stoner-rock male lead, slow pounding drums, heavy stoner-rock delivery] Every Halloween I climb up to the shed on the hill Twenty feet of copper wire and a dial standing still While the kids run the street with their pillowcase bags I'm alone with the hum and the coffee that sags Calling CQ, any station, come on back to me And the needle on the meter just lies there asleep Then the fuzz in the speaker gets a shape to the sound Like a man clearing his throat from a long way down [Verse 2: Stoner-rock male lead, thick fuzz guitar riff, heavy stoner-rock delivery] "Good evening," says the voice, "you're coming in five by nine" And he gives me a call sign from my uncle's old line I can see it in the logbook in my uncle's hand Every station on that page went quiet off the band He's friendly and he's funny and he asks about the weather Says he's glad somebody's out here keeping us together Then he stops in the middle like he heard something move And he says, "Son, I need you to do what I tell you to do" [Hook: Stoner-rock male lead, full fuzz band, huge howling stoner-rock hook] Over and out, let go of the key Over and out, it's coming for me Pull every wire and the needle still climbs Something on the line, and it's calling all the time [Bridge: Stoner-rock male lead, squelch burst, a harsh burst of radio squelch slices the fuzz riff, then the whole band crashes back in] "Stop sending," says the voice, and it's shaking now "It's been riding on your signal, it's been finding you somehow Every time you key the mic it's a mile closer, friend I kept talking forty years and I know how it ends" [Verse 3: Stoner-rock male lead, slow pounding drums, heaviest stoner-rock delivery] So I yank out the cord and the room goes black And the speaker keeps hissing like it wants me back There's a light on the meter with no power at all There's a sound on the gravel coming up to the wall And the voice in the static says it soft and slow "Too late, friend, I told you so, now over, and go" Heavy on the door, heavy on the latch And the shed lights up like the strike of a match [Final Hook: Stoner-rock male lead, full fuzz band, loudest howling stoner-rock hook] Over and out, let go of the key Over and out, it's coming for me Pull every wire and the needle still climbs Something on the line, and it's calling all the time [End]
