Rubaiyat - Omar Khayyam

[intro, synthesizer alone, cosmic swirling pad, 8 bars, electric guitar fades in distorted and slow, drum kit crashes in bar 8, full and psychedelic, bass guitar rolls in underneath, deep and inevitable, 16 bars total, no voice yet, the universe indifferent and beautiful and terrifying] [verse 1, rapper enters low and philosophical, electric guitar picking single notes between lines, synthesizer swirling underneath like smoke, the eternal secret named as something neither of us holds, voice equal parts wise and amused] اسرارِ اَزَل را نه تو دانی و نه من وین حرفِ معمّا نه تو خوانی و نه من هست از پس پرده گفت‌وگوی من و تو چون پرده برافتد نه تو مانی و نه من [hook, full band drops in hard, drums driving, electric guitar riff psychedelic and circular, rapper delivers with sardonic laugh in his voice, synthesizer warps around the words like heat haze] آنان که محیط فضل و آداب شدند در جمع کمال شمع اصحاب شدند ره زین شب تاریک نبردند برون گفتند فسانه‌ای و در خواب شدند [verse 2, drums shift to half time, heavy and slow, bass guitar takes the lead, rolling and dark, rapper pace slows, the companions lost described, electric guitar bends notes like grief, synthesizer hums underneath like time passing] یاران موافق همه از دست شدند در پای اجل یکان یکان پست شدند خوردیم ز یک شراب در مجلس عمر دوری دو سه پیشتر ز ما مست شدند [chorus, everything explodes, psychedelic peak, electric guitar wailing distorted and free, synthesizer cascading in waves of color, drummer going wild with cymbals and reverb, rapper at full defiant energy, rewriting the cosmos, the fantasy of tearing down the sky delivered as revolution] گر بر فلکم دست بدی چون یزدان برداشتمی من این فلک را ز میان از نو فلکی دگر چنان ساختمی کازاده به کام دل رسیدی آسان [verse 3, sudden drop to minimal, only synthesizer pad, rapper slows to spoken word, almost recitation, the life cycle named in four words at the end, electric guitar enters on final line with one long bend, drums return only on last beat, like a door closing] یک‌چند به کودکی به استاد شدیم یک‌چند ز استادی خود شاد شدیم پایان سخن شنو که ما را چه رسید چو آب برآمدیم و چون باد شدیم [hook, drums return driving, electric guitar riff circular, rapper delivers the wine versus paradise argument, sardonic and certain, the crowd pleaser and the heretic, synthesizer shimmers underneath like light through glass] گویند کسان بهشت با حور خوش است من می‌گویم که آب انگور خوش است این نقد بگیر و دست از آن نسیه بدار کآواز دهل شنیدن از دور خوش است [verse 4, psychedelic break mid verse, synthesizer goes fully cosmic for 4 bars, electric guitar plays backwards sounding bend, then snaps back to rap rock as rapper describes the clay jug, bass guitar rolling deep, the jug as lover as human as dust] این کوزه چو من عاشق زاری بوده‌ست در بند سر زلف نگاری بوده‌ست این دسته که بر گردن او می‌بینی دستی‌ست که بر گردن یاری بوده‌ست [final chorus, hardest drop of entire song, all instruments at maximum psychedelic force, electric guitar wailing over synthesizer storm, drums thundering with full reverb and echo, rapper delivers the final khayyam command, not resignation but liberation, laughing into the void, each line louder than the last, the last line almost sung] خیام اگر ز باده مستی خوش باش با ماهرخی اگر نشستی خوش باش چون عاقبت کار جهان نیستی است انگار که نیستی چو هستی خوش باش [outro, electric guitar holds one long distorted note, synthesizer swirls slower and slower like a galaxy winding down, drums fade to single kick, then silence between each hit, bass guitar descends one last time into lowest register, ney flute sample cuts through everything one final time, single clean note, ancient and clear above the noise, then the distortion swallows it, then silence, vast and comfortable and final]