John F Keane’s Our Lady of the Number Stations by GM Jon

(Over a background of radio fuzz)   You Queen of ceaseless voices in a thousand tongues, declaiming random numbers over ShortWave tides to bright hypnotic chimes in some strange music box beside a ceaseless beach of boundless phonic surf Lady of the longwave, queen of secret towers Pray for us, O Mistress of the powers You veiled clandestine goddess, whose elusive slaves still wait with pallid pride behind unsettled doors for cryptic, far commands to fall through fizzing noise that they can safely mine with surreptitious zeal   Ready? Five-six-two-eight-four Six-three-one-four-four Five-five-eight-six-one Ready? Two-five-seven One-four-five Seven-five-one Eight-six-nine   Our Maiden of the Call Signs on the band’s dark rim, remain untouched amidst your court of spectral chimes behind a squawking signal, coded digits bunched in chanted tight quintets of cool autistic dream   Lady of the longwave, queen of secret towers Pray for us, O Mistress of the powers   Lady of the longwave, queen of secret towers Pray for us, O Mistress of the powers