[Intro] [The sound of a radio dial turning through white noise and distorted snatches of old songs. A slow, deep, echoing drum beat enters—wet with reverb. A lonely, minor-key melodica riff begins to drift in and out.] [Verse 1] Static in the breakfast, static in the hall I’m writing technicolor poems on the concrete wall I found a pirate signal on a dead-end street And gave it a heart and a heavy-duty beat. I’m the voice in the wire, the hum in the lead I’m planting melodies inside your head The satellites are blind but I see it all Singing from the top of a digital waterfall. [Chorus] [The bass drops into a deep, vibrating dub groove. Vocals become airy and layered, drifting like smoke.] Oh, can you hear the signal through the grey? Tomorrow’s coming, but it’s still today! I’m the frequency you can’t switch off A velvet song for a city-wide cough. (Tune it in! Fade it out!) [Echoing, dub-style vocal delay] (That’s what the ghost is all about!) [Verse 2] [The melodica returns, more distorted this time. A lazy, jazz-influenced hi-hat rhythm keeps the pace.] I’ve got a speaker box for a guardian saint Painting up the silence with a sonic paint The corporate towers try to jam my soul But I’m the feedback that they can’t control. I’ll sing a lullaby to the charging ports And short-circuit all the judgmental courts If you’re feeling lonely in the plastic rain Just find my station and forget the pain. [Bridge] [The music slows down almost to a crawl. A psychedelic, swirling synth effect moves from left to right.] The air is thick with the things unsaid Between the living and the data-dead! I’m the bridge, I’m the wave, I’m the neon light Broadcasting mercy through the infinite night! (Signal strength... 100 percent...) [Sound of a heavy analog switch flipping] (Signal strength... 100 percent...) [Chorus] Oh, can you hear the signal through the grey? Tomorrow’s coming, but it’s still today! I’m the frequency you can’t switch off A velvet song for a city-wide cough. [Outro] [The drum beat fades, leaving only the deep bass throb and the melodica. The radio static returns, slowly drowning out the music.] (Stay tuned...) (Don't touch that dial...) (I'm always here...) [The audio dissolves into a single, long sine-wave beep that fades to silence.]
