Between Two Clefs

{Soft, slightly detuned piano riff and the sound of a deep,

steady exhale mixed with a subtle cassette tape hiss} Amara vara mara

vara.

Transmission cycle advancing. Quinn at the helm through the glass and rain.

Execute. Double vision, amplifying everything he isn't,

Je m'ennuie, boredom is a heavy presence,

listen. It's not your fault,

c'est ma condition, my own design,

If I move out this year,

will the slipping start to align?

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

While outside on our private land,

the silent walls break!

{A compressed, punchy 808 bass and bit-crushed synth arpeggio gently roll in}

{Add a subtle delay to "commitment"} Peur de l'engagement,

scared of the way the floor falls,

Something is missing, derrière ces quatre murs,

these empty halls. Lâches pas la patate,

babe, even when the stage falls through,

We're rewriting the ending for the crew!

'Cause was it all for a show?

Now I look so stupid for casting the roles!

When the curtains close,

I wish that I was in your clothes!

Spiraling is miserable, je devrais rentrer chez moi,

But why is it so difficult,

pourquoi c'est si dur pour moi?

I hope I wake up invisible,

someone no one knows,

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

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

name this feeling, a hundred thousand years of grief,

For things I never touched,

le deuil d'une ombre,

my relief. Therapist on the weekend,

reliving every single mistake,

I hated how we left it,

the silence in the wake.

{Rapid-fire vocal chop on "colored you blue"} Where did you run to?

Sketchers on the pavement,

running from the past,

Knowing damn well that this manic summer won't last.

{Instruments drop to an isolated,

detuned piano chord and a soft,

rhythmic rain sound effect} Qu'est-ce que j'ai dit?

The color of the blue,

the cost of being me.

Drinking, staying up late,

reliving the bad decisions,

I thought the ranting would fix the divisions.

{Whisper, very close-mic} I'm just difficult.

Je suis trop difficile...

{A massive, warm wall of shimmering guitars,

heavy sub-bass, and soaring bilingual harmonies kicks in} We hold our

sparkly silver swords up high and let the transmission ring!

'Cause was it all for a show?

Now I look so stupid for casting the roles!

When the curtains close,

I wish that I was in your clothes!

Times like these, I try not to get upset,

All I do is think about you,

and this is the thanks I get?

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

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

filtering out into a gentle piano fade and a warm cassette warp}

100% Tiguidou. The spiral is a cycle.

I'm just

difficult. {End with the piano

fading out and the sound of a single door closing softly}