[Intro | Hammond B3 swirl | low piano octaves | Leslie speaker slow]
(ahhhhh...)
(where do the dead go when the needle drops)

[Verse 1 | walking bassline | clean Stratocaster | intimate vocal]
Tuesday took a different door
Locked the clock inside a drawer
Saw my shadow split in three
One waved back that wasn't me

[Pre-Chorus | organ swell | rising tension]
Felt the floor forget the ground
Heard a language without sound
(ah) (ah) (ah)

[Chorus | dueling solo feel: organ + guitar | falsetto flourishes]
I’m on the ghost frequency
They speak in bends and reverie
Not voices — patterns in the heat
The walls breathe out, the wires greet
[scat singing in unison with guitar notes]
(ba-doo-doo-dah) (ba-doo-doo-dah)

[Verse 2 | sparser | whispered delivery]
Last Tuesday’s still not gone
It lives inside a perfect wrong
My uncle nodded from a match flame
Said "boy, you finally forgot your name"

[Bridge | breakdown | organ drone]
The séance isn't candles or a table tilt.
It's the moment between two guitar notes.
That's where they wait.

[Guitar Solo | overdriven Stratocaster | emotional release | wah-wah]
(doo-doo-dah) (doo-doo-dah)
(wah wah wah)
[Extended Fast virtuosic blues-rock guitar solo, legato runs, wah-wah pedal, dueling with Hammond B3]

[Chorus | full band | anthemic]
I’m on the ghost frequency
They speak in bends and reverie
Not warnings — just a second skin
The living room hums with everyone who’s been

[Outro | fade | organ Leslie slow | whispered falsetto]
(ahhh...)
(still here)
(still here)
[Fade out with driving bassline slowly dropping volume]