Siren In The Wire

The band behind it

Song blueprint

A funk-metal arena anthem where a falsetto-to-roar frontperson trades hooks with an effects-driven guitar acting as a scratch DJ, over a punk-driven clanking bass and thrash-tightened backbeat, with a gospel-organ revival chorus turning the whole crowd into the choir.

funk metal / psychedelic soul / hard rock / arena pop · 104 BPM

From a simulated 12-year career with 10 major hits, peaking in year 6.

Lyrics

[VERSE]
I kept my voice inside a paper cup,
low enough the landlord wouldn't hear.
City hums a lie and I hum along,
ninety floors of nothing but the fear.
Then a light bulb flickered like a heartbeat,
and the flicker knew my name.

[PRECHORUS]
Something in the copper started singing back,
something in my chest refused to stay,
turn it up, turn it up until the ceiling cracks —

[CHORUS]
There's a siren in the wire!
And it sounds a lot like me.
There's a siren in the wire,
singing louder than the machine.
So let the whole block hear it,
let the streetlights disagree —
there's a siren in the wire,
and it's finally, finally free.

[VERSE]
Now the neighbor with the crooked radio
puts her window up to let it through.
Boy across the alley found a bucket and a broom,
keeping time like everybody knew.
We were never quiet, we were waiting
for the wire to catch a flame.

[PRECHORUS]
Everybody's got a frequency they hide,
mine's been kicking at the door all day —

[CHORUS]
There's a siren in the wire!
And it sounds a lot like me.
There's a siren in the wire,
singing louder than the machine.
So let the whole block hear it,
let the streetlights disagree —
there's a siren in the wire,
and it's finally, finally free.

[BREAKDOWN]
Bucket and a broom.
Bucket and a broom.
Sing it in the dark and let it fill the room.

[BRIDGE]
They can cut the power, they can lock the tower,
but they can't unlearn the sound.
Say it plain, say it sweet, say it stomping in the street —
we are the loudest thing around.

[CHORUS]
There's a siren in the wire!
And it sounds a lot like me.
There's a siren in the wire,
singing louder than the machine.
Let the whole block hear it,
let the streetlights disagree —
there's a siren in the wire,
and we're finally, finally free.
(Finally free! Finally free!)

[OUTRO]
Siren in the wire...
sounds a lot like me.