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{waking
up foley, hazy sun-drenched jangly guitar layers entering slowly,
lo-fi beat with roundabout rhythm}
Five hundred ninety, waking up for two hours of gray,
Dueña de mis errores,
feeling the breakup anyway.
"Sick in the head",
but my daydreams keep me right,
"Do you wanna go out?",
in the middle of the night.
Somnium amatorium.
{self-deprecating honest delivery} I am the Dreamer,
the lovesick, the one who picks the wrong,
Dueña del caos, singing my own lullaby song.
"Hash man, go round",
life is just a spinning wheel,
"I wanna feel good",
something that is finally real.
Melodia vulnerabilis. {comforting self-aware lift}
No cap, it’s the hash man,
the pathetic attempt to be cool,
Reclamando mi verdad, beyond the reach of the school.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est l’histoire qui change tout,
I’m 4K dreamer, sovereign,
finding the rhythm in the drought.
Narratio transformationis.
{daydreaming polyrhythms}
It ate, the "pressure"—no crumbs of the image,
Soy la soberana, with no more fear of the scrimmage.
Je suis la souveraine qui danse sur les ronds-points de la vie,
And that’s the real vibe,
the lullaby is what I need.
Pax in absurditate. {dancer-on-roundabout foley} I am the Dreamer,
the lovesick, the one who picks the wrong,
Dueña del caos, singing my own lullaby song.
"Hash man, go round",
life is just a spinning wheel,
"I wanna feel good",
something that is finally real.
Melodia vulnerabilis.
{soaring yet comforting repeat} 100% Tiguidou.
The lullaby changed me.
La canción de cuna me cambió.
La berceuse m'a changé.
Melodia me mutavit.
Tiguidou. {life-changing lullaby foley fade} {lullaby changing life foley,
jangly guitars dissolving into vinyl haze,
roundabout rhythm slowing to
stop}