[Doumbek alone — the city's heartbeat] [Hang drum joins — second heartbeat] [Modular sub-bass enters — patient, wrong] [Female — half-sung, with a smile in the voice] Sale e spezia, sale e spezia Salt and spice, salt and spice [Oud melody — nyckelharpa shadow] [Doumbek doubling] [Glass armonica — silk shimmer] [Hang drum stutter — qanun cascade] [Doumbek crescendo] [Mizmar enters — wailing] [Female — joyful, almost spinning] Fire on the table Fire in the blood [Theremin rises slowly beneath] [Whispered, intimate] Aeran [The mizmar holds — the doumbek doubles — the dancer at full pitch] [Everything drops to just doumbek and hang drum] [Throat singing drone enters — the wrongness arriving] [Female — slower, the city revealing what it is] Ilo crarzi, ilo dimpuso Stolen wine, bitter wine The city is a beautiful trap [Modular sub-bass throbs — the thing beneath the harbor listening] [Female — final, sung over the bass] I have never been so free I have never been so owned Sale e spezia Bela e ombe Salt and spice
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