Flamenco Nexus

{rapid-fire

Spanish nylon guitar rasgueados with

crisp palmas clapping} Stamping down the heels on the hardwood floor with

pride, No more hiding shadows where the heavy rules reside.

Swishing silk and satin while the acoustic strings take flight,

Bathing every pulse in an electric pink twilight!

Anointing skin with jasmine and the rhythm of the drum,

Knowing that the golden age of sisterhood has come!

Not a single doubt left lingering in the air,

Swear is magic but the frequency is there!

{rapid nylon arpeggios and micro-percussion} They want a quiet whisper,

a narrow, gray decree,

We unlocked the voltage and we set the future free!

Feel the endocrine rhythm shifting the temperature high,

Painting the velvet ceiling across an electric pink sky!

{swelling lush pads into distorted strumming}

Live every second like the universe is yours alone!

Carve out your path and build your own

radiant throne. C'est magnifique as the ultra-sensory colors unfold,

Spilling the liquid shimmer over sparkling

threads of gold! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we feel every second,

we keep it hyper and real,

With a radiating pulse and a satin-soft sovereign seal!

{stadium hyper-pop explosion with furious flamenco rhythm} Never apologize for taking up

space,

Moving through the cosmos with absolute,

effortless grace.

(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!)

Looking right into the future with stardust inside of our eyes!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling

bright!) We are the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

{Spanish nylon solo with hyper-acuity pads} Absolute feminist sovereignty.

Absolute genre-bending magic.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.

{flamenco guitar strum meets glitter

synth

fade} (Tiguidou seal lock)