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Film: Easy A
Starting: Emma Stone

This is a synthwave love song, created with the help of AI tools but shaped with a human touch—every lyric, melody, and emotion carefully refined to feel real and timeless.

I’ve always loved the romance of classic films and the purity of music from the past. Today’s songs often feel overproduced and empty, so I wanted to create something more genuine and soulful, like the music we fell in love with years ago.

If this song speaks to you, please like, comment, and share it with someone who still appreciates music with heart and meaning. Let’s keep this feeling alive together. 💫

🎧 More on this channel: Romantic synthwave | 80s nostalgia | Emotional storytelling in music

Lyrics:

I walked in, and the hallway had its headline ready,
Whispers spinning like a record when your hands ain’t steady.
Notes on lockers like a tabloid front page,
Everyone’s a critic when they’re standing offstage.
Snap a pic, let the captions write the plot,
If you’re gonna tell a story, better give it a shot.
I’m not the rumor that you thought you knew—
I’m the chorus that you sing when the truth breaks through. (yeah)

Turn it up, turn it up, let the static fade,
If they talk, let ’em talk—watch the diamonds made.
I’ll wear every word like a bright red sign,
’Cause the punchline’s mine. (mine)

Put me on your rumor radio (hey!)
Say my name and let the hallway glow. (let it glow)
If you’re gonna make a wave, then ride it—go. (ride it)
I turn the noise into a show.
Turn me up on rumor radio (woo!)
All that chatter is a free promo. (free promo)
You can spin it any which way—still I’ll shine, you know,
On your rumor, rumor radio. (oh-oh)

Text threads buzzing like a swarm at lunch,
Truth’s in the rhythm, not the first hot punch.
Paint me scarlet, I’ll make scarlet chic,
Walk past fire and I don’t even squeak.
Plot twist hitting like a well-timed wink,
I’m the highlighter line when your pens run pink.
Write me up—watch the story align,
I’m the headline’s headline. (bam)

Turn it up, turn it up, let the echoes fade,
If they throw shade, I’ll make a lemonade.
I’ll dance through a script they tried to define—
But the punchline’s mine. (mine)

Put me on your rumor radio (hey!)
Say my name and let the hallway glow. (let it glow)
If you’re gonna make a wave, then ride it—go. (ride it)
I turn the noise into a show.
Turn me up on rumor radio (woo!)
All that chatter is a free promo. (free promo)
You can spin it any which way—still I’ll shine, you know,
On your rumor, rumor radio. (oh-oh)


You want receipts? Check the playback, babe—
Rewind the hallway—see who hit “save.”
[sung echo]
Playback, babe—rewind, hit save.
[spoken]
Write me a role, I’ll ad-lib the truth;
Your script’s so old, I’m the living proof.
[sung, airy stack]
Living proof—say my name, it moves.

Say my name (say it), say my name (play it),
If it’s fame (take it), I’ll reclaim (make it).
Turn that talk to a gold A-side,
Flip that flip—watch the myth subside. (hey!)

Put me on your rumor radio (hey!)
Say my name and let the hallway glow. (let it glow)
If you’re gonna make a wave, then ride it—go. (ride it)
I turn the noise into a show.
Turn me up on rumor radio (woo!)
All that chatter is a free promo. (free promo)
You can spin it any which way—still I’ll shine, you know,
On your rumor, rumor radio.

(oh-oh) rumor radio,
(oh-oh) say it—there I go.
(oh-oh) rumor radio—
I make the hallway glow.