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MESSAGES MESSAGES lyrics
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Intro
Dropped a line in the dust of time, Scrolls to smoke signals—coded signs, Faint echo in the chamber of a dial tone, Ghosts in the wires, still callin’ home.
Verse 1
Before we slid into DMs, it was pen to paper, Wax seals and horsemen, no emoji translators. Carrier pigeons flyin’ like AirDrop with feathers, News took months, but damn, they wrote better. Then came the wire—telegrams buzzed, "STOP" after each thought, emotion in a flood. Answer machines with voices locked in tape, Replayin’ love, regret, or a missed escape.
Chorus
Messages, messages—passed like a flame, Carved in stone or texted in shame. From vinyl confessions to TikTok blurbs, We keep sayin’ things we ain’t got words. Whispers to static, status to scream, Truth in the tone or tucked in a meme. Messages, messages—ancient and slick, One spark away from viral or brick.
Verse 2
Phones hangin’ on walls, spin the rotary slow, Mom yellin’ “Hurry up!” from the kitchen below. You'd leave your soul on a beep, prayin’ they hear, A voicemail elegy, carved outta fear. Now we ghost or green text, double tap love, Inboxes buried like bones under rugs. Still, every ping's a gamble, roulette with hearts, Could be bad news, could be brand new starts.
Bridge
We carry 'em like scars, we launch 'em like drones, Little data bombs hidden deep in our phones. One wrong word and it all detonates, But silence?—that’s a message too, just late.
Chorus
Messages, messages—passed like a flame, Carved in stone or texted in shame. From vinyl confessions to TikTok blurbs, We keep sayin’ things we ain’t got words. Whispers to static, status to scream, Truth in the tone or tucked in a meme. Messages, messages—ancient and slick, One spark away from viral or brick.
Outro
So if I vanish in pixels or bytes tonight, Play back my voice in that red blinking light. From cave walls to clouds, we been tryin’ to be heard— Messages movin’, word after word.
Inside the recording
Dropped a line in the dust of time, Scrolls to smoke signals—coded signs,
Messages, messages—passed like a flame, Carved in stone or texted in shame.
Messages, messages—passed like a flame, Carved in stone or texted in shame.
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