Sovereign Strings

Stripping the labels right off of the face,

Moving through shadows with absolute grace.

No introduction, no title,

no frame, Just pure kinetic energy playing the game!

I tried so hard and I played so well,

Did a good job while avoiding the spell.

Staring right down at the digital street,

Finding the rhythm where anonymous heartbeats meet!

{intricate acoustic guitar strumming with shimmering synth washes} I want transcendence,

I want the divine,

Leaving the static and ghosts far behind!

God, there's gotta be something better to find,

As we leave all the echoes and titles behind.

{swelling velvet pads with warm analog distortion} I tried so hard,

I played so well,

I studied hard, I'll see you in hell!

Hell, hell, hell, hell...

Don't you want to be more than this sand?

Holding the future right here in our hand!

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

{stadium-sized indie-hyper-pop

explosion} No one gets credit and no one gets caught,

Living the truth that we bravely have sought.

(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!

{radical anonymity build with quantum-feminine energy} Absolute feminist sovereignty.

Absolute anonymous magic.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.

{acoustic guitar strum

meets

warm

sub pulse fading to

Tiguidou seal}