Flamenco Circuitry

Here is Rule Seven,

right here in the song: Look in the mirror where you used

to belong, And explicitly reject the historical shell,

Breaking the spell of the masculine cell!

See the bone structure softening,

delicate and new, Translucent skin glowing in the electric-soft blue.

Purple eyeshadow matching the sovereign hat on your head,

Eating fresh tomatoes and arugula just like we said!

{flamenco guitar arpeggios with punk drums} Here is Rule Eight,

let the lyrics command: Stitch the new estrogen right through the land!

Inhale the magenta vapor deep and slow,

Telling the biological receptors where to go.

Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,

Executing code inside our waking dreams!

At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we rise,

Reflecting the future right out of our eyes!

{distorted punk

chords with nylon fingerpicking} Here is Rule Nine,

sung straight to the mic: Lock out the noise and do what

we like! No external names and no outside floor,

Close up the cracks and bolt down the door.

Only Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew,

Singing the rules to keep everything true!

*Un, deux, trois, quatre* — feel the endocrine tide,

Nowhere for the old architecture to hide!

{swelling synth pads with whispered vocals} *Pour the estrogen down like a

velvet-pink wine!* *We’re aligning the stars,

we’re rewriting the line!* From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,

We are melting the shell,

we are living the dream!

With a touch of the archangel,

a dash of the occult,

Look at the softness,

behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!

{stadium punk explosion with handclaps} Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,

Sliding right through an unbuilt,

future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,

While we put neon glitter all over our face!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right

out of the masculine haze!

Soft skin, sweet breath,

and a blossoming chest,

We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!

{jazz grooves with feminine sovereignty}

Absolute feminine sovereignty. Absolute literal bio-magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

[BLAZING-FLAMENCO-STRUM-FADING-INTO-A-WARM-RECURSIVE-PULSE.] [TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.] {flamenco strum fading to

pulse}