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Recalculating

OLNI
Studio recording only, no crowd, no room noise, no stage ambience; upbeat jazz-funk, city drive groove, bright sax-led modern funk, immediate lead saxophone from the first beat, bright brass accents, heavy bass, dry punchy drums, clean and full-bodied mix, medium-fast tempo, tight groove, catchy hook, strong earworm chorus, not pop, not cinematic, not industrial, minimal reverb, hard ending; low mezzo-soprano, smoky, intimate, close-mic, clear and dry studio tone, controlled, cool, seductive, confident, light occasional vibrato only at the end of long phrases, no wailing, no humming, no moaning, no tender tone, no backing vocals, solo vocal only; the musical style must not change the vocal sound or timbre; vocal enters only after the instrumental intro, no extra voices, authoritative and driving vocal character, no vocals outside the lyrics
V5.5

Driving through the city, midnight jazz on low, Lost inside my thoughts, I missed my turn — didn't even know. Used to slam the wheel and let the panic win the fight, Now I watch the screen glow soft, redrawing me a line tonight. Recalculating, that's my theory of the road, Wrong turns ain't the ending, they're a different way to go. Keep on moving, keep on grooving, watch the distance shrink and grow — Recalculating, recalculating, I'll get there, I just know. There's no straight line drawn from where I start to where I'm bound, Miss a step, it's not the crash, just a detour I have found. Keep the engine running steady, never let it shut down slow, The road will find its way again — that's the only thing I know. A mistake's not a verdict, just a different point of view, What looked like it broke me open showed me something coming true. Not afraid of wrong turns now, no perfect map was ever drawn, There'll be traffic, there'll be dead ends, but the engine still rolls on. Even in the dark, with every landmark gone from sight, I'll keep on searching till I find my road, my own way through the night. Recalculating, that's my theory of the road, Wrong turns ain't the ending, they're a different way to go. Keep on moving, keep on grooving, watch the distance shrink and grow — Recalculating, recalculating, now I know my road.