128 BPM, F# major retro synth-pop: nostalgic baritone male vocals soaked in warm plate reverb and subtle slapback delay, riding glistening Oberheim analog synth arpeggios and punchy TR-808 beats with lush gated reverb. Core instrumentation: detuned warm Juno pads, crisp staccato Prophet leads, bouncy Moog synth bass, chorus-dappled clean rhythm guitar, soft breathy trumpet accents in place of sax. Bittersweet, soft yearning, sun-bleached retro-futuristic warmth. Narrative centers on a quiet late-night 1987 boardwalk memory, neon arcades and faded saltwater taffy wrappers, chasing the ghost of a summer first love that slipped away as the last amusement park ferris wheel dimmed, infectious and swayingly danceable.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] The arcade hums a low blue light We’re dancing in the middle of the night Your silhouette is etched in gold A story that will never grow old The 808 is kicking in my chest Put my beating heart to the test [Pre-Chorus] The ocean breeze is getting cold The silver secrets that we hold The Prophet lead begins to weep A promise that we couldn't keep [Chorus] Oh, summer’s ghost is calling me Back to the edge of the velvet sea We were young in eighty-seven Tasting a little piece of heaven Now the neon starts to fade In the light of the choice we made [Post-Chorus] Fading out, fading in Where the summer begins Fading out, fading in Where the summer begins [Break] [Verse] Saltwater taffy on your tongue Back when the world was forever young The Ferris wheel is slowing down The prettiest girl in this coastal town Your denim jacket smelled of pine I really thought that you were mine [Pre-Chorus] The Jupiter is glowing red All the things we never said The trumpet plays a soft goodbye Underneath the Jersey sky [Chorus] Oh, summer’s ghost is calling me Back to the edge of the velvet sea We were young in eighty-seven Tasting a little piece of heaven Now the neon starts to fade In the light of the choice we made [Bridge] The tokens are all spent I wonder where the magic went The boardwalk boards are creaking slow I didn't want to let you go Now the shutters close for good I’d go back if I only could [Verse] The arcade lights are flickering out I’m still wandering all about Searching for a ghost in the machine The brightest flash I’ve ever seen The slapback delay hits the wall I’m waiting for your long distance call [Chorus] Oh, summer’s ghost is calling me Back to the edge of the velvet sea We were young in eighty-seven Tasting a little piece of heaven Now the neon starts to fade In the light of the choice we made [Post-Chorus] Fading out, fading in Where the summer begins Fading out, fading in Where the summer begins [Outro]
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