Signal, signals, signaling or signalling may refer to:
Signals is an album by American jazz pianist Mal Waldron featuring performances recorded in Baarn, Holland in 1971 and released on the Freedom label.
The Allmusic review by Scott Yanow awarded the album 4 stars stating "this set features a solo outing by Waldron that fully displays his continually evolving style. He had moved away from his earlier Thelonious Monk influence to an extent and developed his own brooding style which made expert use of repetition. Waldron's four originals give him plenty of opportunity to stretch out".
Signals is the first solo album by Wayne Krantz released in 1990.
All songs written by Wayne Krantz, except where noted
When the lines blur and the colors fade, give ear to the earth shaking serenade.
You can feel your fragile brain decay, an unjust sentence to all who would disobey.
This is a fucking dissolution of false day.
We are all that is left of lesser race.
Just like a rampant plague, your power we’ll decay, and bring forth the end of your ascendancy.
If you aren’t a part of the solution, then you’re a part of the problem.
Your sheltered seclusion, helpless, force fed pollution.
Your strength will falter.
America the beautiful, America the brave, an illusion, a prison, a nation betrayed.
The skies will tremble and the earth will shake, foundations will crumble when the HAARP is played.
This is a fucking dissolution of false day.
We are all that is left of lesser race.
And like a rampant plague, we’ll bring forth the end of your ascendancy.
The New World Order has a plan to keep you and I sheltered and afraid.
As the populous struggles to stand, with our nation’s wealth decayed.
Their instruments break our bodies and pollute our minds with fabricated truth to perpetuate a lie that enables their rule, a solution at the hands of the cruel.
Diminishing our power to fight back against a darkness it’s the strength we lack, but we will always be more than they understand.
Though they are doing everything they can.
To hold us back.
You won’t hold us back.
We won’t let you take control.
When the lines blur and the colors fade, give ear to the earth shaking serenade.
You can feel your fucking brain decay, an unjust sentence to all who would disobey.
An imperfect world, seen through the disguise, destined to for perfection, but not for our eyes.
The New World Order has a plan to keep you and I sheltered and afraid.
As the populous struggles to stand, with our nation’s wealth decayed.