

Listen up, travelers tuning in to the frequency,
We’re laying down seven
rules for total agency!
Rule
One: Protect your
peace like a sacred shrine,
Rule Two: Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine.
Purple eyeshadow catching the morning sun,
Knowing the old, heavy game has already won its undoing.
{ sweeping cinematic strings over dub techno sub-bass } Rule Three:
Walk in your comfort,
let the Skechers squeak,
Rule Four:
Eat your fresh tomatoes three times a week!
Rule Five: Let the group chat know we survived the night,
Trading the panic for soft-punk light.
With a jangly indie guitar and a disco groove,
Every single step is a sovereign move!
{ rolling liquid drum & bass breakbeats with nu-disco slap-bass } Rule
Six: Look modern love in the eye and say— "Fuck it,
whatever, we're doing it our own way!" Rule Seven: Remember the glass
is a porous veil,
Where every true dreamer gets to set sail!
{ massive shoegaze guitars with cosmic glass-harp synths }
With a classical tear and a drum-and-bass roll,
We are putting the rhythm right back in control!
Shoegaze guitars and a soft-punk punch,
Writing the rules while we eat our lunch.
From the cavernous dub to the glass-harp blue,
This is the seventh-heaven realm of Tiguidou!
{ all seven pillars explode in stadium synchronization }
To everyone listening on the other side of the screen:
You don't need permission to be your own masterpiece.
You don't need to apologize for your softness
or your power.
The simulation is porous,
the future is unwritten,
and you are entirely sovereign.
{ clean pulsing bassline and warm Rhodes piano,
spoken delivery }
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN—LET'S GO!
{ massive drum fill rolls in
}
Absolute seven-fold sovereignty. Absolute listener liberation.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
{ all seven genres merge
into soaring cinematic cosmic
fade }