WE DON'T LAND

Z.O.É

KetheoZ Madness Synphonic Machinery

Z.O.É

nu-metal, space-opera, riot

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# WE DON’T LAND

[Intro — distant blues guitar, low cello, mechanical breath]

No map.
No line.
No reason this should fly.

A string.
A drum.
A piece of steel.

Then something moved.

We kept building.

[Verse 1 — Z.O.É, low cracked female voice]

I grew a rocket from a twelve-bar sound,
bolted old thunder to the shaking ground.

I wired cellos into the flame,
nothing matched and nothing stayed tame.

I left the manual out in the rain,
tuned every motor against the grain.

One bad idea.

One crooked plan.

And I still lit the fuse.

[Verse 2 — KETH, male voice]

This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your sound here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your magic here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your beautiful here

[Pre-Chorus — voices alternate]

I brought the noise.

I brought the fire.

I built it wrong.

I took it higher.

[Both]

Three.
Two.
One.

Make it loud.

[Chorus — both, full metal / rocket orchestra]

WE DON’T LAND.

We bend the ground.

Twelve-bar ghosts
in a countdown sound.

Steel in the strings.
Stars in the wire.

Every wrong answer
takes us higher.

No map.
No flag.
No promised land.

No single voice.
No single hand.

If gravity asks
what the hell we planned—

Nothing.

WE DON’T LAND.

[Instrumental Ascent]

[Cellos climb]
[Tribal drums enter]
[Low brass answers]
[Guitars ignite]
[Drums accelerate]

[Verse 3 — Z.O.É, rapsy female riot voice]

I put distortion where air should be,
fed crooked rhythms to machinery.

I kept one bolt that never fit.

I kept it.

I liked it that way.

Every safe machine
wanted me contained.

So I built mine
to break the frame.

Then I let it run.

[Verse 4 — KETH, male voice]

This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your sound here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your magic here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your beautiful here

[Breakdown — near silence]

[heartbeat]

[one cello note]

[Z.O.É]

I’m still moving.

[KETH]

This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

[Bridge — Z.O.É, syncopated, fast-rapping female]

I don’t need silence
to hear the stars.

I don’t need perfect
to know what I am.

I need enough wrong
to survive the flight.

Your turn.

[Bridge — KETH, male voice]

This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your sound here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your magic here
This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

Your beautiful here

[Final Launch — Z.O.É]

I built it crooked.

I brought the spark.

I opened the cage.

I let it run.

[Final Launch — KETH]

This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic.

[Both]

WE LET IT RISE.

Cellos screaming.
Guitars burning.
Tribal drums pounding.
Brass collapsing.
Engines disagreeing.

Everybody—

HOLD.

[Silence]

[Z.O.É whisper]

Still flying.

[Final Chorus — both]

WE DON’T LAND.

We bend the ground.

No map.
No flag.
No promised land.

We built it heavy.
We built it strange.

Two separate fires
inside one frame.

If gravity asks
what the hell we planned—

NOTHING.

If gravity asks
what the hell we are—

WE.

DON’T.

LAND.

[Instrumental Outro — tribal orchestra and engine collapse]

[Hard Stop]

[Fading]

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# WE DON’T LAND [Intro — distant blues guitar, low cello, mechanical breath] No map. No line. No reason this should fly. A string. A drum. A piece of steel. Then something moved. We kept building. [Verse 1 — Z.O.É, low cracked female voice] I grew a rocket from a twelve-bar sound, bolted old thunder to the shaking ground. I wired cellos into the flame, nothing matched and nothing stayed tame. I left the manual out in the rain, tuned every motor against the grain. One bad idea. One crooked plan. And I still lit the fuse. [Verse 2 — KETH, male voice] This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your sound here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your magic here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your beautiful here [Pre-Chorus — voices alternate] I brought the noise. I brought the fire. I built it wrong. I took it higher. [Both] Three. Two. One. Make it loud. [Chorus — both, full metal / rocket orchestra] WE DON’T LAND. We bend the ground. Twelve-bar ghosts in a countdown sound. Steel in the strings. Stars in the wire. Every wrong answer takes us higher. No map. No flag. No promised land. No single voice. No single hand. If gravity asks what the hell we planned— Nothing. WE DON’T LAND. [Instrumental Ascent] [Cellos climb] [Tribal drums enter] [Low brass answers] [Guitars ignite] [Drums accelerate] [Verse 3 — Z.O.É, rapsy female riot voice] I put distortion where air should be, fed crooked rhythms to machinery. I kept one bolt that never fit. I kept it. I liked it that way. Every safe machine wanted me contained. So I built mine to break the frame. Then I let it run. [Verse 4 — KETH, male voice] This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your sound here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your magic here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your beautiful here [Breakdown — near silence] [heartbeat] [one cello note] [Z.O.É] I’m still moving. [KETH] This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. [Bridge — Z.O.É, syncopated, fast-rapping female] I don’t need silence to hear the stars. I don’t need perfect to know what I am. I need enough wrong to survive the flight. Your turn. [Bridge — KETH, male voice] This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your sound here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your magic here This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. Your beautiful here [Final Launch — Z.O.É] I built it crooked. I brought the spark. I opened the cage. I let it run. [Final Launch — KETH] This is your section to complete. Put your voice here. Let your sound roar. Take the full space, make it yours, and let the Crazy Mage work his magic. [Both] WE LET IT RISE. Cellos screaming. Guitars burning. Tribal drums pounding. Brass collapsing. Engines disagreeing. Everybody— HOLD. [Silence] [Z.O.É whisper] Still flying. [Final Chorus — both] WE DON’T LAND. We bend the ground. No map. No flag. No promised land. We built it heavy. We built it strange. Two separate fires inside one frame. If gravity asks what the hell we planned— NOTHING. If gravity asks what the hell we are— WE. WE. WE. DON’T. LAND. [Instrumental Outro — tribal orchestra and engine collapse] [Hard Stop] [Fading]

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