Surf a Pirate Signal (7123 kHz)

Surf a Pirate Signal (7123 kHz)

Walking down 38th staring at the map again My shortwave caught a signal it started crackling I took a left on Speer, I started walking downtown 10, 9, 8, I could hear the speaker countdown 7, 6, 5, the signal's getting more alive 4, 3, 2, I think I almost arrived 1, 0, and I'm off of Speer and 14th I saw a satellite glowing then it started to speak We're the skull and crossbones of static broken signals We stay in the shadows as the transmission trickles We speak epiphanies through late-night frequencies We hijack the airways, we can see what speakers see Surf a pirate signal take a ride through the ionosphere Bad wiring in god's server is what brought us here We give all the ghost news, the universe's pro tools We don't follow host rules, pythons in the ghost tubes We're ancient homosapiens we soldered this with stone tools We know you're looking for your friend we can give you those clues We sent love letters to the future wrapped in Morse code It's more than dots and dashes when you plug into the source though We whisper revolutions and the sun reflects it off the moon We whisper keys through the static hoping that we get free soon We've been stuck inside of history planning jailbreaks Surveillance state, they don't see a state is just a failed state We're archaeology in reverse digging up through time All we found was interference before we caught your line We run the station out of a future we abandoned We made the mic out of clouds and knowledge from the salmon We're powered by paranoia, fate, and a strange belief When we threw the clock overboard we had a strange relief We caught echoes of ourselves that hadn't been born yet The calendar shattered from pages not torn yet We hum with outlaw voltage, static is our postage Static became scripture, we try to split it like were Moses The signal skips on oceans while regimes drown in the tide When they know our call sign the static is our alibi We're not really pirates, we're a virus in the system Our bunker is a broken clock from the rot we transmit it The static spelled out instructions for a world that didn't happen We were just a ship in a bottle thinking we were captains Maybe signals don't travel through time, time leaks around it Maybe when the glass finally cracks, freedom we'll pronounce it My radio filled with feedback, it sounded like me Maybe the signals were seeds of reality grounded in me Stay moving, stay hidden, let the noise carry you The shortwave hissed like cosmic sand let it slowly bury you A man claiming to be me turned the dial with a touch He said turn it off before you remember too much

Electromagnetic Epiphanies (7100 khz)

I grabbed my mic and the MPC I try to reach AwareNess but the static defeats me I'm on 38th by Botanica Yemaya That's when my shortwave starting playing out a choir A woman said can you hear the angels in the static? She smelled of jasmine and ginger aromatic Her accent was spanish, her vibe another planet She said do you know string theory mathematics? I said I went to Denver Public Schools I didn't learn much Then I mopped floors at night I didn't earn much She said turn the dial on your megahertz range She said the first rule is strings and membranes The strings aren't straight they come in different shapes Parabolas and circles interact and relate Type 1 strings, they join and they split Closed strings are like gravity we observe it They attach to sheets we also call em branes B-R-A-N-E it's not the same Quantum gravity is on the subatomic scale Spacetime pixelated reality is frail Unification of forces the strings tie the imagery Bosons and fermions it's called supersymmetry The universe has cooled it used to have intense heat There's infinite dimensions where inifinite's ends meet There's more than 6 dimensions they're curled up compacted Too small to perceive but they can be extracted In 2009 they hit the particle collider It opened up a mirror universe with no survivors You're hearing ghosts through the static in the radio smog Science sending prayers trying to ratio god Syllables caught between stations the truth I couldn't place it Angels stutter through the AM I listen in amazement Do they speak in the language of snow and vibration? Is interference another word for revelation? Is static heaven breathing, is a clear voice the devil? Are angels frequencies but we can't measure the levels? Is a halo a waveform but we forgot the math? Is the universe a harp, the crackle's strings snapping back? Is this the sound of 10 dimensions when they pluck against 3? Maybe the broadcast's clear but my ears are off key She said listen with your heart adjust your soul's antennae Dimensions rub against consciousness in different grammar She said SETI has satelittes that listen through the night Sometimes we hear things when they forget to mute the mic I leaned a little closer all I heard was a hiss I understood everything but everything I missed She said my name is Lucia come back and visit me I speak through electromagnetic epiphanies

EnwareNess (15140 khz)

I fell through the portal and I landed in Denver Walking down Federal it's the same as I remember I walk into McCoys to get my coffee fix I ask the waitress what year it is, she says 2026? I go to AwareNess's he still ain't home I go to the lab and I can't find my microphone Walking through the city pissed with clenched fists I'm hearing wack beats in the alley what is this? I see a man in a trench coat with he's 5 foot 3 I said give me back AwareNess' MPC He tapped the snare it hit me like a backhand Then he hit the kick I and flew into the trashcan The dogs were howling cuz his beats had dissonance Sonic warfare, no rhythm it was hideous The sound waves in my head said nice to meet you Every flashback is a lie you agreed to I asked him who he was he said the villain who edits you I never lie, I just install better truths I'm the villain who could change your past with a smile The past is my favorite weapon it's hostile I weaponize nostalgia, I turn it to a loaded gun I could make a dark past feel like a golden one Or replace a good memory with a stolen one I don't change who you are I just make a colder one You know your higher self, I'm the lower one You know the one, who keeps your mind racing overrun I'm the snake in your mind that makes the rodents run I'm the fear that you have that you'll finally come undone I'm your manic self that feels like the GOATed chosen one When you got your first Anti-Smiles pill I sold you one I'm a supernova of the mind an exploding sun The past isn't broken I hacked it with a coded tongue I make you think you survived something that never happened I'm at every crime scene you could never map it I saw Emit appear with my mic he started rapping He was spitting bars from the past about Starter jackets I told him that his bars were obsolete he can't compete He could do past and future but the present was defeat I asked him bout a memory the paradox he missed Memory's a story, different pasts coexist Emit dropped the mic and he ran down the alley AwareNess hacked the MPC for the finale The wack beat stopped then he played Pete Rock Doug E Fresh said silence then he hit em with a beat box Dj Premier above the clouds the sky cleared Large Professor, the Mad Scientist is here He couldn't handle the rhythm I saw him grimace and fall Then AwareNess started spinning Pain from Prince Paul He crawled to the sewer and he turned to mist The vapor of the cloud spelled out Enwareness

Portal Fall (11867 Khz)

I'm falling through the portal, space time ripping at the seams I think I'm in between a hologram and a dream Heart beating like a tambourine, I hear quantum screams Pixels and code, simulations, and machines Nebulae gardens growing stars from seeds Black holes blossom turning stars to smithereens Dimensional entities control it on their screens I fall by my past life and cubicle routines I'm seeing X-Y grids, the holographic matrix My soul time traveling my body is a space ship Am I cosmic dirt just falling through a wormhole? Or a nightcrawler finding out where the turns go? Ice demons burn em all, mid rappers serve em all Portal demons struck out, I hit em with a curveball Time split into hallways I could feel the walls shake Color palate all shades, I tag calm the walls gave Infinite dimensions like mirrors in a mall maze More demons coming and they all wanna play When they say it's all love they really mean it's all hate I put my hoodie up like it's a fall day They manipulate reality I fall into a false grave Lazarus flow, they all melted like a malt shake I throw em in a guillotine then I serve em all cake That's when the beat dropped I could hear the God pray "What could you say as the Earth gets futher and further away? Planets as small as balls of clay astray into the milky way" Now the world's out of sight I'm a star seed satellite I battle on my high horse you don't have the saddle height I spit prisms scatter light with comets as my acolytes Black hole appetite, demons I atomize Grabbing every mic in sight, Magneto magnetize The demons revitalize back stab spinal knife I hit em with the Bret Hart backbreaker spinal strike Bars like dynamite, metaphors cyanide HP minus sign he's all out of vital signs I let him touch the belt so he could see what the title's like "This is a lesson if you're guessing and if you're borrowing Hurry, hurry, step right up and keep following the leader"

Heartstrings (6754 Khz)

I could feel everything that's a curse a writer has I use the moon as a light as I'm trying to read the diagram Thumb out, looking for a ride and a miracle The way the wind hits the trees somehow it's spiritual Staring at the milky way now I'm feeling lifted Trillions of galaxies the architect's prolific Walking through the mountains where the rocks rise twisted I could hear the wings of a nighthawk mystic Owls stare at me in the trees vision gifted A wolf howls I hear Darwin in the distance A mountain lion prowls what's survival of the fittest? A bird feeds a hurt deer survival's altruistic Helping each other to survive's coexisting A dead fox in the road society's sadistic? I hear a tenor sax I'm trying to follow where the riff is I spiral in the sound, Giant Steps echo cryptic The map lights up it's in Coltrane's linguistics A truck rolls by but I forgot to hitch it Was it opportunity or divine to miss it? moon light kissing me with dew as the lipstick Walking up the 291 I see smokestacks I'm in Smeltertown where they burned hope at A car pulled over he flashed his lights waiting He said he's heading up to Buena Vista on vacation I put the map in my pocket it was still glowing I need to study the tones, I think they are an omen He had a Mary Oliver book on the dashboard I'm staring at the Big Dipper wondering what it had poured He said that map in your pocket, it can lead to portals? He said look at number 4, the C and B are gorgeous I asked him who he was, he said Each Step, Wake Up He stopped by Mt. Princeton then he pulled the break up I woke up on the side of the road by the hot springs I'm trying to read the map, the wind said use your heartstrings The diagram lit up the B was in the river My radio crackled then the portal was delivered