Скачать или смотреть 🎸 "Cold Signal" | Joy Division [AI Song]

🎙️ FAKE Golden Hits presents another unique imagination track in the style of Joy Division

“Cold Signal” is a post-punk transmission from the depths of disconnection—a song about the invisible distance between people, the messages we try to send, and the silence that answers back.

Drawing on the bleak emotional terrain of Joy Division and the ghostly echoes of analogue communication, the track explores the concept of a signal so faint, so delayed, that by the time it arrives, its meaning is already lost. It’s about yearning across static, about staring into a city full of lights and feeling none of them were meant for you.

🔊 Themes:
– Emotional isolation in a connected world
– The failure of communication
– Time as distortion
– Nostalgia for futures that never arrived

The instrumentation is cold and deliberate—minimal basslines, spectral guitar lines, and vocals delivered with solemn intensity. It doesn’t shout to be heard; it lingers like a transmission from a place no longer on the map.

“Cold Signal” isn’t about silence. It’s about being heard too late.

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'COLD SIGNAL' (LYRICS)
Verse 1
City breathes in monochrome,
Neon flickers, flesh to stone.
Thoughts like wires, tangled tight,
Dreams dissolve in shadowed light.

Pre-Chorus
And the silence
It hums too loud—
A signal lost
In a faceless crowd.

Chorus
We walk alone, beneath the static sky,
The air is thick with questions why.
The past is close, but never near,
We speak in code, we disappear.

Verse 2
Clocks collapse in frozen time,
Truth decays in measured rhyme.
Glass-eyed souls just drift and spin,
Chasing echoes, lost within.

Pre-Chorus
And the silence
Still pulls us down—
Like empty halls
In a haunted town.

Chorus
We walk alone, beneath the static sky,
The air is thick with questions why.
The past is close, but never near,
We speak in code, we disappear.

Bridge
Fading pulse, a broken line,
Drowned beneath the rhythm’s spine.
Touch the void, embrace the ache,
Find what’s real, or just forsake.

Outro
No sun, no end, just grey refrain,
A song of rust, a hymn of pain.
The cold remains when warmth is gone,
We dance in dark, but not for long.

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