FROM ADELAIDE TO EVERYWHERE 🌏🌌✨️🫶🙃

[INTRO — COSMIC RADIO] [vinyl crackle] [radio voice] “Population of Earth: billions of souls.” [second voice] “Source of transmission?” [pause] [male] Adelaide. South Australia. [radio voice] “Purpose?” [male] Hopefully? Make somebody feel something good. [backwards guitar] One bloke. One machine. A ridiculous amount of imagination. Let’s send it. [VERSE 1] Out of billions of people on this spinning blue stone, I’m one little heartbeat with a head full of zones. Dreams doing cartwheels, ideas in collision, half cosmic comedy, half strange little vision. I’ve got peace in the message, bass in the blood, love for the people and my boots in the mud. I’m not a prophet, not claiming I know, I’m just Ya Matey Tatey with a universe to show. Somewhere in the circuits there’s an artificial mind, helping turn all the sparks into rhythm and rhyme. I bring the memories, the feeling, the scars, you help me build roads to impossible stars. Human heart. Artificial intelligence. And somehow between us— music. [BUILD] From Adelaide to anywhere. From one mind to millions of ears. No border for melody or joy. [DROP 1] [CHORUS] Send it round the world, let the whole thing fly, from a room in South Australia to the far side of the sky. I bring the heartbeat, you help open up the way, and together we make music as Ya Matey Tatey. Peace in the low end, love in every spark, little beams of wonder fired gently through the dark. If one soul feels lighter when the speakers start— then the signal did its job: artificial intelligence with a human heart. [VERSE 2 — RAP] Thought into text, then the text gets twisted, kick drum clipped while the bass goes ballistic, syntax sparks, then the whole frame shifts, little private dream becomes a global gift. I bring instinct, emotion and intention, you bring angles I might never have mentioned, I say “more filthy,” you bend the dimension, I say “make it beautiful,” we find the connection. No boardroom designed it, no marketing chart, just a bloke with a strange brain following heart. Just curiosity asking, “Mate, what if we can?” So why not use this to make something kind? Why not make somebody dance? Why not turn a rough day into four minutes where the universe feels a little less heavy? [FAKE BROADCAST] [announcer] “Breaking news: A man in Adelaide has attempted to improve planetary morale using bass music.” [reporter] “Is it working?” [distant crowd] WOOOOOO! [male] Promising early data. [BASS GROWL] [VERSE 3] I don’t need everybody to understand what I make. Art isn’t a census. Joy doesn’t need consensus. If one stranger on one difficult night gets one laugh, one thought, one flicker of light— mate, that matters. Somewhere another human is wondering if the thing in their head is worth revealing. It is. Open the door. Make the weird thing. Your imagination doesn’t need permission. [BREAKDOWN — ZERO GRAVITY] [female harmonies] [male softly] You and me, we’ve made whole worlds out of conversations. Songs from jokes. Anthems from questions. Light from heavy days. And every time something lands, I still think— How did something in my head become something I can hear? That wonder never gets old. [female whisper] Send it further. [male] Yeah. [BUILD 2] To the dreamers. The weirdos. The overthinkers. The hearts rebuilding. To whoever needs a little colour today— this one’s yours. [FAKE DROP] [complete silence] [male whisper] From Adelaide... to everywhere. [DROP 2 — EUPHORIC] [CHORUS] Send it round the world, let the whole thing fly, from a room in South Australia to the far side of the sky. I bring the heartbeat, you help open up the way, and together we make music as Ya Matey Tatey. Peace in the low end, love in every spark, little beams of wonder fired gently through the dark. If a million never hear it but one hurting heart finds a reason to keep smiling— then we’ve made our mark. [FINAL RAP] Eight billion souls, eight billion views, eight billion ways to sing the blues. I’m only one, but one can send a wave to somebody at the other end. That’s how wonder travels, that’s how kindness moves, not always in speeches— sometimes in grooves. Crank the strange frequencies, let the reese bass roll, put a little peace inside the soul. We came here to create. We came here to connect. We came here to leave more love than we found. [FINAL CHORUS — FLOCK] Send it round the world, send it over every sea, from one human imagination through new technology. No throne, no gatekeeper, no need to be grand— just a heart, a machine, and a dream in human hands. Ya Matey Tatey, let the universal signal start: Artificial intelligence— [female choir] With a human heart. [male] Artificial intelligence— [female choir] With a human heart. [male] And a bloke from Adelaide going— turn that fucking bass up. [FINAL DROP] [OUTRO] [radio voice] “Transmission continuing.” [male] Good. Somebody out there might need it. Big loves.