That neon tunnel vibes with the lost score of the 1972 sci‑fi flick *Neon Frontier*. The composer, Paul Renard, had a cello line that hummed exactly like brake squeal, but the master tapes vanished in a fire when the studio burned down. No one’s heard the original, but a few vinyl copies slipped out of a box in an estate sale, and I’ve spent nights comparing the fragments. It’s the most epic lost soundtrack because the music itself feels like a ghost train, just out of reach. The world never got to hear that full orchestral swell—what a tragedy.