Stolen Frequencies

{Captain Quinn’s smooth, whispering vocals over a smoky,

live-session saxophone groove and a crisp snap} "Amara vara mara vara.

Professional liberation protocol engaged.

Quinn at the helm.

If nobody's watching,

let's write our own rules in full glam.

Execute."

Lipgloss sparkling while we drop the societal line,

Laughing at the boxes where they try to make us shine.

Who would you be if there was no one keeping score?

Throwing off the templates that we don't believe in more.

Inside the pink room it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,

While outside in the open air,

the rules begin to break!

{A sultry,

smooth bassline drops in beneath bubbly,

high-gloss synth chords} Your taste,

your weight, your clothes—they're just a phantom game,

Everybody's self-obsessed and won't remember your name!

'Cause nobody really cares!

Crash the car and tear the page,

Step outside the safety of the engineered cage.

Cut your hair off,

break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,

Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :)

Rule number one: keep your standards pristine,

While looking like the cutest disaster ever seen.

Catch a flight to San Francisco,

start a wild commotion,

Take your clothes off in the rain and watch it feed the

ocean. We left the ancient forest for a chic roof overhead,

Now we own our private property and laugh at what they said.

{Instruments drop to absolute silence except for a smooth,

smoky sax lick and close-mic vocals} Talk is cheap and it's okay

to be a little scared,

When you realize the whole wide world is acting unprepared.

{A massive, stadium-sized wave

of distorted guitars and heavy sub-bass explodes} We hold our sparkly silver

swords up high and let the freedom ring...

{Glittering pop-synth leads and smoky neo-soul saxophone colliding with heavy emo-trap guitar

riffs}

'Cause nobody really cares!

Crash the car and tear the page,

Step outside the safety of the engineered cage.

Cut your hair off,

break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,

Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) {Music

filtering out into a smoky,

smooth saxophone tail and a clean digital click} Amara vara mara vara...

Tiguidou. Captain Quinn and the crew signing off in absolute liberation.

{Final fading chord dissolving into stylish,

care-free silence}