Static Lovesick
(Soft, wavering tape-saturated synth
pad, a faint vinyl
crackle, and
the
quiet sound of a pen tapping on wood) I’m staring at the
ROCKS on the COLD MA-CA-DAM,
Cher-chant des CIR-cles in the DIRT of a BRO-ken HO-LO-GRAM.
(Hushed, close-mic vocal, intimate and hesitant) Ton ombre pèse LOURD on the
WIN-dow GLASS, Je garde le SI-lence,
watching SHA-dows CAST. I’ve spent my whole life building ME-tal THREADS,
Counting down the HEU-res with my HEA-vy LEGS.
Tu me re-GARDES like you READ through ME,
Like you SEE me,
in my HOU-se of DE-BRIS,
And sud-den-LY I'm free-zing,
SPEECH-less and NUMB, You're wrecking all the LO-gic that my MIND be-GUN.
(A low, distorted synth bass hums in,
building quiet pressure) Mes mains qui TREM-blent,
tucked in-SIDE my SLEEVES,
Trying to look un-BO-thered while the FRIC-tion BREATHES.
Si je fais un PAS,
will the CON-crete BREAK?
Is this the qui-et AN-swer of a BLIND ES-CAPE?
(The beat drops in slow and heavy—subdued 808s and melancholic guitar bends)
And you’re the sud-den PULL,
un cou-RANT si LOURD,
The on-ly one I WANT,
but I’m un-SE-CURED.
Spent so long buil-ding WALLS just to FADE the NOISE,
Now the mess in my HEAD finds a QUI-et VOICE.
Yeah, you’re the EX-cep-TION—don't know how to ACT,
Fal-ling for a DAN-ger that a-LIGNS my PATH.
(Stripped back, delicate rhythm)
I look a-WAY when our EYES hold a HEA-vy TRANCE,
Like loo-king at the SUN on a BRO-ken BRANCH.
That hurts too GOOD to leave on the PLAY-list LOOP,
My heart is ham-me-ring a HOLE in my FA-ded BOOT.
Tu n'as pas DÉ-fon-CÉ the door,
you just CROSSED the LINE,
Past the PASS-words, the WALLS,
and my FOO-lish PRIDE.
And it ter-ri-FIES me how you make me feel CALM,
Like a GHOST in a BO-dy sin-ging OUT a SONG.
Mes mains qui TREM-blent,
tucked in-SIDE my SLEEVES,
Trying to look un-BO-thered while the FRIC-tion BREATHES.
Si je fais un PAS,
will the CON-crete BREAK?
Is this the qui-et AN-swer of a BLIND ES-CAPE?
(Full, emotional delivery with stacked,
breathy harmonies) And you’re the sud-den PULL,
un cou-RANT si LOURD,
The on-ly one I WANT,
but I’m un-SE-CURED.
Spent so long buil-ding WALLS just to FADE the NOISE,
Now the mess in my HEAD finds a QUI-et VOICE.
Yeah, you’re the EX-cep-TION—don't know how to ACT,
Fal-ling for a DAN-ger that a-LIGNS my PATH.
(Instruments fade to a sparse,
echoing heartbeat pulse) Et si j'ar-RÊ-tais my E-scape PLAN?
What if I LET you hold ON to my HAND?
What if the HEA-vy AR-mor falls DOWN the DRAIN?
So used to BRA-cing for the DROP of the FRAME.
A-vec TOI, I just want the CLO-ck to FREEZE,
... (Soft whisper) ...
Just STOP in the BREATHE.
(A crying, melancholic guitar line wrapped in heavy reverb,
bleeding into a low 808 swell)
(Maximum emotional weight, raw and soaring) And you’re the sud-den PULL,
un cou-RANT si LOURD,
The on-ly one I WANT,
but I’m un-SE-CURED.
Spent so long buil-ding WALLS just to FADE the NOISE,
Now the mess in my HEAD finds a QUI-et VOICE.
Yeah, you’re the EX-cep-TION—don't know how to ACT,
Fal-ling for a DAN-ger that a-LIGNS my PATH.
(Beat cuts out,
leaving just the tape hiss,
a soft
synth chord, and a whispered line)
ROCKS on the COLD MA-CA-DAM...
Tu es l'EX-cep-TION. I'm not RUN-ning an-y-MORE.
(A single, warm piano note fades into silence) Tiguidou.