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Frequency

House

Skladba Frequency vyšla 8. května 2026 ANUR_AIGenMusic na albu The Vortex

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AlbumThe Vortex

Datum vydání8. května 2026

ŠtítekANUR_AIGenMusic

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM123

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Hudební video

Hudební video

Kredity

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Andreas Urban

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Andreas Urban

Engineer

Texty

I tune the dial, I scan the crowd

A million signals, none too loud

I found a face that felt like home

I reached my hand out, they were gone

Another frequency, another try

I speak my truth, they speak their lines

The conversation hits a wall

I'm screaming into nothing at all

Can you hear me

I'm right here

Can you feel me

I'm real here

The signal's strong but the line is dead

I'm sending words that go unsaid

Everyone's under glass tonight

I see their faces, read their lines

But when I reach, I hit the wall

Echoing in a hall of all

Frequency, I'm on the right wave

Frequency, but no one saves

A place for me inside their noise

I'm not the signal, I'm just the voice

Another message left unread

She liked my photo but not what I said

A misread tone, a joke gone wrong

I'm the only one who sings along

A laugh but not a happy one

I try again, a different room

The same bright faces, the same dull tunes

Everyone performing, no one being

I'm tired of making my own meaning

Can you see me

I've been here

Is there someone

Anyone

I don't need perfect, I need real

A crack in the glass, a wound that heals

Everyone's under glass tonight

I see their shapes through the digital light

I knock and knock, they don't hear the sound

I'm the ghost in the machine they found

Frequency, I found the right wave

Frequency, still no one saves

A place for me inside their noise

I'm not the signal, I'm just the voice

I stop reaching

I stop typing

I stop

And I look up

From a window above the street

I see them all, a group of seven

They sit in light from their devices

Not one speaks

Not one speaks

The coffee's cold, the night is warm

A thousand friends in digital form

But no one's home

No one is home, no one is home

I wasn't the broken frequency

I wasn't the broken frequency

The whole damn network is a mask

I can't find what I'm asking because

Nothing real is for sale

I wanted real but real is gone

I wanted warmth but warmth is a song

On a streaming service I don't own

I'm singing into the microphone

And no one, no one

Fine

Then fine

If digital is all there is

I'll take the comfort of the myth

A voice that answers when I speak

A warmth I'll never have to seek

It's not real

But nothing else is either

I stay tuned

In case someone calls my name

Written by: Andreas Urban

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