Dead signal FM - Live Pretty (Demo)

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[Style: Late-Night Acoustic Punk Radio Session]

[Mood: Warm, Worn Out, Honest, Slightly Buzzed]

[Production: Single Acoustic Guitar, Room Ambience, Beer Bottle Sounds, Tape Hiss, Occasional Radio Static, No Drums, No Bass]

[Vocals: Marlow — Raspy Female Voice, Relaxed, Talking Like She's Sitting Alone In A Small Radio Booth]

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[Spoken Intro – Marlow, beer bottle opens, acoustic guitar tuning, distant radio static]

"Alright..."

"If you're hearing this..."

"...congratulations."

"You found Dead Signal FM."

[opens a beer]

"No playlists."

"No algorithms."

"No smiling morning hosts."

"Just an old acoustic guitar..."

"...a cold beer..."

"...and whatever survives after midnight."

[strums an out-of-tune chord]

"Tonight..."

"A song about a city that shines so bright..."

"...you stop noticing the darkness."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

[guitar begins]

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Welcome to the high-tech age of lies
Where the world fades behind infrared eyes

All the lights in Night City
The promise of a better life
But only corpo live pretty
(pretty, pretty)

A technocracy run by the cyber elite
Synthetic dreams where no one is guilty

All the lights in Night City
The promise of a better life
But only corpo live pretty
(pretty, pretty)

Don't you fall for the lies...

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[Spoken – guitar keeps ringing softly]

"You know..."

"They always promise the future."

"They just never mention..."

"...who gets left behind."

[takes a sip of beer]

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Synthetic, magnetic
Addicted and aggressive
Chrome haptics gone septic
A neon supermassive

All the lights in Night City
The promise of a better life
But only corpo live pretty
(pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty)

Another cog in the corpo machine
Without control, controlled from within

Don't you fall for the liii-i-i-i-i-ies...

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[Spoken – quiet laugh]

"Funny thing about corporations..."

"They always sell freedom..."

"...in monthly payments."

"Read the small print."

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Synthetic, magnetic
Addicted and aggressive
Chrome haptics gone septic
A neon supermassive

Erratic brain static
Psychotic and depressive
Night City gone septic
A neon supermassive
(aaahhh)

All the lights in Night City
The promise of a better life
But only corpo live pretty
(Don't fall for the lies)

All the lies of Night City
You'll never make it out alive
Cause only corpo live pretty
(corpo live pretty, corpo live pretty...)

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[Spoken Outro – final chord rings, radio static slowly returns]

"That was Night City."

"Or maybe..."

"...just another Tuesday."

[chuckles]

"This has been Dead Signal FM."

"No sponsors."

"No subscriptions."

"No motivational speeches."

"Just bad reception..."

"...good songs..."

"...and enough beer to make tomorrow somebody else's problem."

[strums one final imperfect chord]

"Keep your heart analog."

"And if the signal finds you again..."

"...I'll save you a seat."

[radio static fades into silence]

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[Style: Late-Night Acoustic Punk Radio Session] [Mood: Warm, Worn Out, Honest, Slightly Buzzed] [Production: Single Acoustic Guitar, Room Ambience, Beer Bottle Sounds, Tape Hiss, Occasional Radio Static, No Drums, No Bass] [Vocals: Marlow — Raspy Female Voice, Relaxed, Talking Like She's Sitting Alone In A Small Radio Booth] ⸻ [Spoken Intro – Marlow, beer bottle opens, acoustic guitar tuning, distant radio static] "Alright..." "If you're hearing this..." "...congratulations." "You found Dead Signal FM." [opens a beer] "No playlists." "No algorithms." "No smiling morning hosts." "Just an old acoustic guitar..." "...a cold beer..." "...and whatever survives after midnight." [strums an out-of-tune chord] "Tonight..." "A song about a city that shines so bright..." "...you stop noticing the darkness." "One..." "Two..." "Three..." [guitar begins] ⸻ Welcome to the high-tech age of lies Where the world fades behind infrared eyes All the lights in Night City The promise of a better life But only corpo live pretty (pretty, pretty) A technocracy run by the cyber elite Synthetic dreams where no one is guilty All the lights in Night City The promise of a better life But only corpo live pretty (pretty, pretty) Don't you fall for the lies... ⸻ [Spoken – guitar keeps ringing softly] "You know..." "They always promise the future." "They just never mention..." "...who gets left behind." [takes a sip of beer] ⸻ Synthetic, magnetic Addicted and aggressive Chrome haptics gone septic A neon supermassive All the lights in Night City The promise of a better life But only corpo live pretty (pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty) Another cog in the corpo machine Without control, controlled from within Don't you fall for the liii-i-i-i-i-ies... ⸻ [Spoken – quiet laugh] "Funny thing about corporations..." "They always sell freedom..." "...in monthly payments." "Read the small print." ⸻ Synthetic, magnetic Addicted and aggressive Chrome haptics gone septic A neon supermassive Erratic brain static Psychotic and depressive Night City gone septic A neon supermassive (aaahhh) All the lights in Night City The promise of a better life But only corpo live pretty (Don't fall for the lies) All the lies of Night City You'll never make it out alive Cause only corpo live pretty (corpo live pretty, corpo live pretty...) ⸻ [Spoken Outro – final chord rings, radio static slowly returns] "That was Night City." "Or maybe..." "...just another Tuesday." [chuckles] "This has been Dead Signal FM." "No sponsors." "No subscriptions." "No motivational speeches." "Just bad reception..." "...good songs..." "...and enough beer to make tomorrow somebody else's problem." [strums one final imperfect chord] "Keep your heart analog." "And if the signal finds you again..." "...I'll save you a seat." [radio static fades into silence]

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