LYRICS: “STAGPOLE // DROPPOINT” (Hard EDM Version) Verse 1 Midnight. Stagpole flickers awake. Valkyrs hum like a beast we made. Copper light on the windows shake, Harvey laughing in the laser rain. Bass like thunder in the steel frame, Cables crawling like they’re part of the vein. You can feel the night pull tight at the seams… Something’s coming. Something mean. Pre-Drop Build Heart rate rising, rise… rise… Echoes climbing through the power lines. Neighbours praying for a quiet night, But the shed door glows like a warning sign. Every synth arcing through the heat… Every shadow dancing off the street… This is where the calm retreats… Drop Trigger (Shouted / Whispered) Hold. Hold. Hold. DROP. (Instrumental Drop Section – implied) [Kick. Stabs. Valkyrs screaming. Lasers splitting sky clean in half. Bass punches like a jackhammer through corrugated iron. Harvey yelling “GO AGAIN!”] Chorus Stagpole on fire, We’re burning the night from the inside higher. Sky turning red from the copper wire, Whole damn block in a sonic choir. This is our street, Where the floors all shake and the heartbeats meet. Turn it up till the town retreats, Yeah we live for the drop on Stagpole Street. Verse 2 Feet on concrete, heat under skin, Every night starts where the last one ends. Harvey glowing with a glowstick grin, Lasers carving circles in the wind. Power boards humming like they’re gonna ignite, Bassline snarling like it wants to bite. Even the moon knows it’s wasting its light When the shed kicks off for the Friday night fight. Build 2 Hold your breath… Lights on fade… Kick rolls climbing like a tidal wave. Neighbours listening like they’re counting graves, But we’re too far gone to behave. Every frequency under our feet… Every pulse pulling air from the street… This is where the night concedes… Drop Trigger HOLD— DROP AGAIN. (Second Drop – implied) [Sub hits so deep the driveway cracks. Sparks in the fog. Harvey screaming with joy. Lasers slicing perfect geometry in the smoke.] Final Chorus Stagpole on fire, We’re melting the dark like a livewire. Lights in the sky stacking higher and higher, Whole damn neighbourhood caught in the crossfire. This is our street, Where the nights hit hard and the tracks repeat. Turn it up till the stars retreat— Yeah we breathe in the drop on Stagpole Street.