It’s November, Friday night
Tuned to 3 on the old black and white
Well before the video killed
Music played, the images thrilled
Local broadcast reaches its end
“Night Signals” to start the weekend
Parties over time to sleep
Darkness falls while demons creep
Suddenly the cellar’s quiet
Time to go, can’t deny it
Show’s over, lights turned out
Head upstairs by the shortest route.
Out the door, into the dark
Cold and damp and brutally stark
Heading straight for darkened stairs
Moving fast as his body dares
Poised at the edge of the climb
One moment stuck in time
Hot breath of fear on his neck
Wake up keep fear in check
Cellar door beckons deep
Stairway long and pitched steep
A frantic escape, space closes in
Reach the top, the nightmare begins
Back to the start, all a charade
Stubbornly refusing to be afraid
Doubling down, storming the gate
Reset panic to a neutral state
Quick! Blink twice, just to defend
Blink now so the nightmare will end
Scramble up to the cellar door
Blink again, awake on the floor
Shake it off, the surreal haze
Having escaped a dreamtime maze
Back in bed, night signal range
In a blink a dream can change.
Mannino Acid 