🎸 “Dead Air Love Affair”
[A hard-driving rock ballad about the sting of silence and the fire that still burns.]
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[Intro]
[Over a slow-building, bluesy guitar riff]
Tick-tock… no talk…
My heart keeps time to an empty clock.
[Drums swell, strings bend—]
I’m screaming in the space where your words should have been.
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[Verse 1]
You used to throw sparks like a match to my soul,
Laughing, lightning—girl, we were out of control.
Now the radio’s hissing, the phone’s on mute,
And the ghost of your heartbeat is my only cue.
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[Chorus]
Your silence hits harder than a backbeat crash,
Burns hotter than a solo when the tubes all flash.
I’d rather feel your rage than this icy air—
Dead air love affair—do you even care?
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[Verse 2]
I can wrestle a hurricane, outrun the rain,
Tune a V-Twin engine by the rumble and strain.
But I can’t decode a woman who won’t make a sound—
Your hush is a hammer that’s nailing me down.
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[Chorus]
Your silence hits harder than a backbeat crash,
Burns hotter than a solo when the tubes all flash.
I’d rather feel your rage than this icy air—
Dead air love affair—do you even care?
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[Verse 3]
Remember our nights when the words caught fire—
We wrote our own scripture of twisted desire.
Now the lines in your eyes read “access denied,”
And I’m choking on the ashes of the flames we’d ignite.
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[Verse 4]
If you think I’m a mind-reader, baby, guess again—
I’m a flesh-and-blood guitar, not a psychic pen.
So crank up your courage, let the truth ignite,
’Cause a love left in silence is a song that dies.
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[Bridge] [double-time, tom-heavy groove]
Talk to me, break me, scream if you must,
But don’t leave me drowning in a vacuum of dust.
No love ever thrives in a vacuum seal—
Open up, cut loose, let the volume heal!
[ten-second guitar solo—wailing, bending up a whole step]
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[Chorus – Final, full-throttle]
Your silence hits harder than a backbeat crash,
Burns hotter than a solo when the tubes all flash.
I’d rather feel your rage than this icy air—
Dead air love affair—girl, do you even care?
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[Outro][Everything drops to a lone, clean guitar]
Speak…
Just one word, spark the wire, break the curse—
’Cause a quiet love is a lonely hearse.
Amp hum fades… cymbal sizzles…
Then the final note rings—loud, raw, and unresolved.
Robert Ramage 
