Radio Dust

{deep chorused bass pickup,

dry analog drum machine hit,

faint radio static} The dial spins in empty spaces,

the transmitter glows a bitter red.

Dust settles on forgotten faces,

and words we never should have said.

{male baritone vocal starts on beat,

melodic chorus-bass, dry gated snare} (Is anyone left there?)

(Only the cold air.) {distant female alto vocal,

thin distorted high-pass filter,

sparse clean chorus guitar} There are ashes on the receiver,

and every voice sounds like mine.

Through the static and the winter,

something forgotten stays alive.

{unison and octave vocal harmony,

dominant melodic bassline, thin analog synth} {sparse clean guitar arpeggio with tremolo,

pulsing chorus-bass, tape

hiss, relay click}

Burned photographs in steel drawers,

winter freezing up the window frame.

Across these quiet empty floors,

the frequencies all sound the same.

{low baritone male vocal,

melodic chorus-bass, dry gated snare,

thin organ pad} (Names beneath the static...) (A memory automatic...) {distant female

alto vocal, damaged receiver tone,

sparse clean chorus guitar} There are ashes on the receiver,

and every voice sounds like mine.

Through the static and the winter,

something forgotten stays alive.

{unison and octave vocal harmony,

dominant melodic bassline, thin analog synth}

We broadcast into the dead of night,

(underneath the wire)

no one watches the signal light.

(burning like a fire) {overlapping vocals,

male lead with

echoing female

response, driving bass, restrained toms} There are ashes on the receiver,

and every voice sounds like mine.

Through the static and the winter,

something forgotten stays alive.

{climax, unison vocals, driving drums,

prominent chorused bass, high-pitched analog synth line} (Stays alive...) (Just static...) {drums

drop out, hypnotic bassline decays,

prominent tape hiss, distant female vocal fadeout}