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{pen scratches on paper lead-in; sudden punchy
orchestral swell; glitchy
tape-start; set motif}
Three hundred forty-four, the story is my own Tiguidou,
subjective, the truth is fully grown.
Lux in tenebris, the perspective is the light Dohaeris,
the narrator, writing through the night.
He definido mi mundo,
j'ai défini mon monde,
the narrative is mine
Je suis la Subjectivité,
the author of the line.
{half-time verse feel; cello answers each line}
Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale,
Credimi, credimi, Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,
Credimi, credimi,
Sono diventata immortale. {build; snare rises; 808s get heavier; match-strike as riser}
Everything is tiguidou,
when the story’s in my hand
Todo es perspectiva, tout est perspective,
across the shifting sand.
The subjective is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the quill La Soberana sequence,
bending to my will.
C’est incroyable, ma plume est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{drop into full band; big gang-style backing on
“tiguidou”} {instrumental tag; pen-scratch hook returns; mouse-clicks and
mechanical clacks in polyrhythm; guitar feedback
tail} Three hundred forty-four,
the story is my own
Tiguidou, subjective, the truth is fully grown.
Lux in tenebris, the perspective is the light
Dohaeris, the narrator,
writing through the night.
{refracted reprise; tighter phrasing; cigarette-flick accent on
beat 4} Right
and write the code...
the beauty in the view
Non desperes... Dohaeris. Vigilare...
The Narrator.
Forty-one, sixty-seven,
the frequency of the word
Cartographia, invictus,
vivre, finally heard. The ritual is the writing,
the click, the slide,
the soul
Manifesting the narrative, and making the fragments whole.
{foley-click clock groove; drop guitars; emphasize polyrhythm}
Everything is tiguidou,
when the story’s in my hand
Todo es perspectiva, tout est perspective,
across the shifting sand.
The subjective is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the quill
La Soberana sequence,
bending to my will.
C’est incroyable, ma plume est l'art,
I’m crafting every part
Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{bigger than before; added cello countermelody; last line hits then hard mute}
I narrate because I am,
the rhythm is finally true La vida es un mapa,
el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
Meow.
Tara.
Tiguidou. {room tone settles;
pen set down;
distant traffic; tape stop}