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{Captain Quinn’s smooth, whispering vocals over a smoky,
live-session saxophone groove and a crisp snap} "Amara vara mara vara.
Professional vulnerability protocol engaged.
Quinn and the crew at the helm.
Your voice matters, your words are enough,
and we are listening.
Lâches pas la patate.
Execute." Searching for the words when the heavy feelings start,
Wondering if anyone can hear a beating heart.
Wishing for a language that could make the shadows clear,
Hoping for a moment where it's safe enough to hear.
Inside the pink room it's freezing
for safety's sweet sake,
While outside on our private land,
the silent walls break!
{A heavy, pulsing 808 bass and sultry saxophone drop in beneath bubbly,
high-gloss synth chords} You don't need a golden script to prove that
you are worth, The truest voice is always what you bring to
the earth! Lâches pas la patate,
babe, you don't have to hide,
We're holding down the frequency right here by your side.
'Cause nobody really cares about the standard line!
Your raw and honest truth is where the diamonds shine.
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're hoping for a space where people truly cared.
Lâches pas la patate...
your voice is already clear!
{A massive, stadium-sized wave of distorted guitars,
saxophone, and heavy sub-bass explodes} We hold our sparkly silver swords up
high
and let the healing ring...
{Glittering pop-synth leads and smoky neo-soul saxophone colliding with heavy
emo-trap guitar riffs}
'Cause nobody really cares about the standard line!
Your raw and honest truth is where the diamonds shine.
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 an icy,
sparkling synth tail, a smoky saxophone fade,
and a clean digital click} Amara vara mara vara...
Lâches pas la patate!
Tiguidou... Captain Quinn and the crew,
listening, backing you
up, and leading the way forward.
{Final fading chord dissolving into absolute,
stylish, supportive silence}