UNIVERSAL SOUL BROADCAST 🔊🌌🫠

Ya Matey Tatey

Psychedelic DnB, hard-NRG, liquid bass

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[INTRO — RADIO STATIC]

[frequency scanning]

[voice]
“Signal detected.”

[second voice]
“Origin?”

[pause]

[male]
Somewhere between Melbourne
and the edge of consciousness.

[radio jingle]
YA MATEY TATEY
UNIVERSAL SOUL BROADCAST.

[male]
No subscription required.

Just bring your soul.

[VERSE 1]

I'm sending out rhythms
to whoever receives,
to the tired little hearts
and the minds that still dream.

To the bloke on the train
with his head in his hands,
to the girl staring upward
with no bloody plan.

To the creature on Mars
having one of those days,
to some alien wondering
why existence behaves—

like this.

[mic tap]

Mate...

none of us know.

That's half the fun.

[DRUMS BUILD]

I don't carry commandments,
no answers engraved,
just songs saying maybe
there's another way.

Maybe breathe through the madness,
maybe loosen your grip,
maybe life's not a problem
that we're meant to completely fix.

Maybe consciousness
is just the universe
looking around
and going—

“Whoa.”

[DROP 1]

[CHORUS]

Universal soul broadcast,
turn the signal wide,
music for the wanderers
on every cosmic side.

Peace inside the bassline,
love inside the noise,
send a little light
to every lonely floating voice.

Ya Matey Tatey,
broadcast through the stars,
no borders in the rhythm,
no fences round the heart.

If you're somewhere out there,
come exactly as you are—

this frequency belongs
to every soul among the stars.

[VERSE 2 — RAP]

Transmit the wisdom
with a wobble and a grin,
inner-space traveller
with the chaos folded in,
mind doing cartwheels
through the cosmic condition,
peace ain't submission,
it's conscious reposition.

Step from reaction,
observe the abstraction,
ego doing theatre
begging for attention.

“Look at me!
I'm important!”

[male]
Yeah mate,
sit down.

We’re all temporary.

[beat cuts]

Very liberating,
when you think about it.

[BASS RETURNS]

No king of the cosmos,
no chosen elite,
every creature's just borrowing
time and a heartbeat.

So dance while you've got it,
forgive where you can,
stop acting immortal
and hug your fucking friends.

[FAKE ADVERT]

[cheerful voice]
Are you suffering from
EXCESSIVE SERIOUSNESS?

Try perspective!

Possible side effects include:

laughing at yourself,
calling your mum,
staring at trees,
and discovering
you were never the centre
of the universe.

[male]
Devastating news.

[BREAKDOWN]

[female voices]
Peace...
peace...
peace...

[male softly]

Peace doesn't mean
the universe goes quiet.

It means the noise
doesn't own you.

It means knowing storms exist
without becoming the storm.

It means carrying kindness
into rooms
that forgot what kindness sounds like.

[piano]

And if all I've got
is music—

then that's what I'll carry.

[BUILD]

Through headphones.

Through speakers.

Through planets.

Through people.

Until one little rhythm
finds somebody
who needed it.

[DROP 2 — EUPHORIC]

[CHORUS]

Universal soul broadcast,
turn the signal wide,
music for the wanderers
on every cosmic side.

Wisdom in the weirdness,
hope inside the noise,
send a little light
to every battered floating voice.

Ya Matey Tatey,
broadcast through the stars,
no borders in the rhythm,
no ownership of hearts.

If you're somewhere listening,
then mate—

you're not that far.

We're all weird little lanterns
floating through the dark.

[FINAL RAP]

One beat.
One breath.
One brief ride.

Different little bodies,
same mystery inside.

So love more loudly,
judge less fast,
dance like nobody
gets to keep the past.

And if an alien asks
what humans were about—

tell 'em:

“Bit messy.

Good music though.”

[OUTRO]

[radio static]

[station voice]
Universal Soul Broadcast
will now continue indefinitely.

[male]
Beauty.

Leave it running.

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[INTRO — RADIO STATIC] [frequency scanning] [voice] “Signal detected.” [second voice] “Origin?” [pause] [male] Somewhere between Melbourne and the edge of consciousness. [radio jingle] YA MATEY TATEY UNIVERSAL SOUL BROADCAST. [male] No subscription required. Just bring your soul. [VERSE 1] I'm sending out rhythms to whoever receives, to the tired little hearts and the minds that still dream. To the bloke on the train with his head in his hands, to the girl staring upward with no bloody plan. To the creature on Mars having one of those days, to some alien wondering why existence behaves— like this. [mic tap] Mate... none of us know. That's half the fun. [DRUMS BUILD] I don't carry commandments, no answers engraved, just songs saying maybe there's another way. Maybe breathe through the madness, maybe loosen your grip, maybe life's not a problem that we're meant to completely fix. Maybe consciousness is just the universe looking around and going— “Whoa.” [DROP 1] [CHORUS] Universal soul broadcast, turn the signal wide, music for the wanderers on every cosmic side. Peace inside the bassline, love inside the noise, send a little light to every lonely floating voice. Ya Matey Tatey, broadcast through the stars, no borders in the rhythm, no fences round the heart. If you're somewhere out there, come exactly as you are— this frequency belongs to every soul among the stars. [VERSE 2 — RAP] Transmit the wisdom with a wobble and a grin, inner-space traveller with the chaos folded in, mind doing cartwheels through the cosmic condition, peace ain't submission, it's conscious reposition. Step from reaction, observe the abstraction, ego doing theatre begging for attention. “Look at me! I'm important!” [male] Yeah mate, sit down. We’re all temporary. [beat cuts] Very liberating, when you think about it. [BASS RETURNS] No king of the cosmos, no chosen elite, every creature's just borrowing time and a heartbeat. So dance while you've got it, forgive where you can, stop acting immortal and hug your fucking friends. [FAKE ADVERT] [cheerful voice] Are you suffering from EXCESSIVE SERIOUSNESS? Try perspective! Possible side effects include: laughing at yourself, calling your mum, staring at trees, and discovering you were never the centre of the universe. [male] Devastating news. [BREAKDOWN] [female voices] Peace... peace... peace... [male softly] Peace doesn't mean the universe goes quiet. It means the noise doesn't own you. It means knowing storms exist without becoming the storm. It means carrying kindness into rooms that forgot what kindness sounds like. [piano] And if all I've got is music— then that's what I'll carry. [BUILD] Through headphones. Through speakers. Through planets. Through people. Until one little rhythm finds somebody who needed it. [DROP 2 — EUPHORIC] [CHORUS] Universal soul broadcast, turn the signal wide, music for the wanderers on every cosmic side. Wisdom in the weirdness, hope inside the noise, send a little light to every battered floating voice. Ya Matey Tatey, broadcast through the stars, no borders in the rhythm, no ownership of hearts. If you're somewhere listening, then mate— you're not that far. We're all weird little lanterns floating through the dark. [FINAL RAP] One beat. One breath. One brief ride. Different little bodies, same mystery inside. So love more loudly, judge less fast, dance like nobody gets to keep the past. And if an alien asks what humans were about— tell 'em: “Bit messy. Good music though.” [OUTRO] [radio static] [station voice] Universal Soul Broadcast will now continue indefinitely. [male] Beauty. Leave it running.

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