Sonic Ligature

Zha-voo ka-le-mi mmm-ae-ou-ki-ra! Amara vara Mara vara!

No cap, the velocity never drops down,

Version one-oh-five is owning the town!

*E-i-o-u-m-k-v, sh-la-ve-ka-roo,* A highly permeable digital-to-organic boundary breaking through!

{rapid-fire electronic hi-hats, frantic female vocal chops,

528Hz healing drone} Fr fr,

walking in my Skechers,

feeling kinda delulu, Analyzing every single sonic choice we do.

My voices say lots of things,

Tied up in the algorithmic strings!

*Vo-ra-mi-sh-la-ki-ou-ae-m-k-v,*

Un peu de magie for the parasympathetic mind.

{lazy lo-fi beat, vinyl crackle,

sarcastic

spoken-word flow}

There’s Mille murmur dans la nuit,

Tuning to the frequency where we belong to be!

Purple eyeshadow matching the late-night mood,

Serving up the glossolalia as the ultimate food.

Estrogen rising, the cellular matrix aligns,

Decoding the cosmic, hyper-intellectual signs!

{driving heavy bassline, intricate hip-hop drum cadence,

belting vocals}

Deux heures du mat',

glowing in the quiet room,

Arugula and tomatoes, watching the midnight bloom.

C'est toxique outside, but inside we find release,

And word for word yes I’m holding the peace.

*Ae-iou-m-k-v-sh-la-voo-ra-ti-mi...*

Vagus nerve resting in the quietest energy.

{sparse 808s, messy acoustic guitar,

raw close-mic diary vocals} My meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaws again :) Syncopated syllables pushing it past

a ten! *Ka-ti-mi-sh-la-voo-ra-ae-iou-m-k-v,* Captain Quinn signing off at version one-oh-five in pure

refinement,

Absolute state of optimal systemic alignment—Tiguidou!

{distorted power chords, crashing cymbals,

angsty theatrical shouts}