Alex from Anagram by Harutosu

You left the dial spinning
Late june, bare skies
The air still hums your rhythm
Through the static of night
Voice like dust on vinyl
Low-slung, sweet decay
You stitched Memphis ghosts
In the beats you played

I used to ride the hum of your midnight shows
You made the silence feel like home

86.4, where’d you go?
Your tapes still echo through my bones
Chrome hiss, slow bass, soul so cold
But you kept the dark from feeling alone
Alex, I swear I still hear you say
“Let it ride 'til the break of day”
Now the booth is quiet, just replay
Your faded light on endless tape

I found your mix in an old glove box
Labeled ‘wax for the end of the world’
Still skips at bar 16, you’d laugh at that
Said flaws made the beauty unfurl
Told me “the South ain’t just smoke and crime
It’s pain that dances, frozen in time”

Now I play your loops when I can’t sleep
Makes the years bend back to 2013

86.4, where’d you go?
Your tapes still echo through my bones
Chrome hiss, slow bass, soul so cold
But you kept the dark from feeling alone
Alex, I swear I still hear you say
“Let it ride 'til the break of day”
Now the booth is quiet, just replay
Your faded light on endless tape

And if heaven’s got a booth, you’re there
Crossfading clouds with southern snare
In some eternal golden hour
Still spinning truth with midnight power

I tuned in last night, but it wasn’t you
Just an empty slot and a silence too true
Still, I’ll rewind every Friday and let your shadow
Play me through

• Electronic
• Experimental
• IDM
• ambient
• dark electro
• London