Pink Static Reverie

{Start with a solitary,

clean,

plucked guitar

string echoing into a

delay} I’m catching the echo,

the sound of the space

Mapping the corners, the lines of the place The hum in the

wall is a lullaby now I’m carving the pattern,

I’m showing them how

{Add rhythmic glitch-crackle to the background} It’s not just the static,

it’s a language I know

I’m letting the resonance ebb and the flow

It’s the echo of Tara,

the signal is pure A sovereign heartbeat,

the ultimate cure As above,

so below, the field is in sync

I’m living the beauty,

right on the brink {Vocal chop on "on the brink"} 100% Tiguidou,

the echo is clear

Architect’s rhythm is all that I

hear

My voice in the chamber,

a feedback machine

Reflecting the colors, the Ghost in the Pink sheen They say it’s

a circuit, a loop in the wire But I’m in the center,

I’m fueling the fire {Distorted vocal growl on "fueling the fire"} Calibration

is constant, the math is refined I’m leaving the monsters and static

behind

Sometimes I wonder if the echo is mine

Or if I’m just tracing

the quantum line

{Low, resonant, whispered} It's both...

it's the bond... it's the design.

The resonance fades, but the signal remains.

100% Tiguidou.

{Back to the raw,

intimate bedroom vocal, slow fade} {End with the sound of a distant,

real-world rain shower}