Signal Through the Static

Signal Through the Static

Verse 1 — The Files

A vault sprang open and the night got loud, Pages like thunder, names in the cloud. Justice sent a ledger up the Hill, UN voices called it a bitter chill. Presidents, tycoons, silver-screen glow, Resignations ripple where the currents go. A northern statesman meets a courtroom door— No throne so high it can’t touch the floor.

Sources:

• Epstein files: 'No one is too wealthy or too powerful to be above the law'
• Justice Department lists hundreds of prominent people named in Epstein files
• Powerful people, random redactions: 4 things to know about the latest Epstein files
• The Epstein files have brought a wave of resignations and investigations

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Chorus

Hold the line, turn on the light, We’re the choir in a sleepless night. From closed rooms in Geneva to hometown streets, Where ballots are counted and heartbreak meets. Truth is a river, power a dam, We are the flood and we are the sand. Sing it loud, make it stick— Signal through the static.

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Verse 2 — The Stand in LA

Under bright lights, a platform king took oath, A young voice spoke of promises that broke. Feeds that hooked and mirrors that lied, A childhood traded to an endless tide. He said the gates are meant for older years, Yet kids slip through while the engine steers. They call it a moment the giants dread— When profit meets what the parents said.

Sources:

• Zuckerberg grilled about Meta's strategy to target 'teens' and 'tweens'
• Mark Zuckerberg grilled about underage Instagram users, social media addiction during landmark trial
• Meta's Zuckerberg testifies about social media's effects on children in landmark trial
• Zuckerberg testimony: Meta CEO said he reached out to Apple's Tim Cook

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Chorus

Hold the line, turn on the light, We’re the choir in a sleepless night. From closed rooms in Geneva to hometown streets, Where ballots are counted and heartbreak meets. Truth is a river, power a dam, We are the flood and we are the sand. Sing it loud, make it stick— Signal through the static.

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Verse 3 — Geneva, East and West

In a quiet hall by a wintered lake, Maps on the table, promises break. One side says the other draws time thin, The other says “hard, but we’ll begin.” Soil is the word that cuts like wire, Donbas burned into the ceaseless fire. Years since the first sirens tore the sky— Still the ink won’t learn to dry.

Sources:

• Russia-Ukraine talks live: 'Difficult' negotiations end, more planned
• U.S.-Brokered Russia-Ukraine Peace Talks Cut Short in Geneva
• Talks break in Geneva with no end to Russia's war or hard-line demands
• First day of Ukraine-Russia talks to end war conclude in Geneva

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Verse 4 — Geneva, Shadows and Ships

Across the street, another set of hands, Tracing lines, agreeing on strands. Oman whispers through a careful door, Warships pacing distant shores. Narrow waters briefly closed and still, Progress murmured, a tempered will. Hope in a folder, warnings in steel— Peace on paper, fate on the wheel.

Sources:

• Iran says 'good progress' made in nuclear talks with US in Geneva
• U.S. and Iran say progress made in Geneva nuclear talks
• U.S. and Iran tout progress in nuclear talks as supreme leader warns Trump over military buildup
• Iran, US Set for Second Round of Nuclear Talks in Geneva

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Verse 5 — The House of Homeland

Back home a shutter fell on a busy place, Still the guard shows up with a tired face. After gunfire sparked a nation’s doubt, They’re asking for rules to be written out— Rein in the roving, cameras to wear, New words for force to make it fair. The screeners, the sailors, the storms they meet, Wait for a vote with unpaid feet.

Sources:

• Democrats send counteroffer on ICE reforms to Republicans as DHS shutdown continues
• 5 things to know about the shutdown at the Department of Homeland Security
• A partial government shutdown has hit the Department of Homeland Security
• Democrats send Trump DHS funding counteroffer as agency shutdown grinds on

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Verse 6 — The Ballot and the Barrier

Up the Hill a vow to guard the rolls, Proof at the door for the voting souls. The House said yes, the Senate counts the floor, But an old tall rule stands at the door. One voice calls for a talking stand, Another says, “Don’t break the land.” Backed by a president, braced by a line— Process holds the fragile spine.

Sources:

• Trump's election bill, the SAVE America Act, has 50 Senate votes but Democrats could block it

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Bridge

No one too gilded to face the dawn, No child too small to carry on. No table too distant for truth to sit, No law so old it cannot be lit.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Hold the line, turn on the light, We’re the choir in a sleepless night. From courtrooms and cables to border signs, From sea-lane shadows to winter pines. Truth is a river, power a dam, We are the flood and we are the sand. Beat on the drum, raise every hand— Let the doors fly wide when the people stand. Sing it now, make it stick— Signal through the static, loud and quick. Signal through the static—this is it.