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