Prelude (Spoken) (Ethereal pads. Distant kalimba.) Voice (close, calm): A sample. A translation. Rumi. “Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire. The universe turns differently… When fire loves water.” (Crash. Bass surges.) Verse 1 I walked in from a desert I designed myself, Tongue-tied, bone-dry, sayin’ I don’t need help. Then you poured summer rain on ancient stone, A taste I somehow knew… but had never known. Your laughter spoke a language my bones recalled, A syntax in the air, no rules at all. I traced constellations on your skin at noon, Swore I felt the oceans tilt inside the room. Pre-Chorus They promise lightning, tragedy, and war, But this was quiet—sunlight on the floor. A slow surrender to a shifting tide, No epic tale… just space left by my side. Chorus I LIKED YOU WITHOUT TRYIN’! (Without tryin’!) It was a soft but carin’ kind of feelin’ I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR IDOL! (Your idol!) Just the hand you’re holdin’ when the ceiling’s peelin’ Don’t like me for the beautiful words, For silver-tongued songs and metaphor birds— LIKE ME FOR THE ACTION DISPLAYED! (The coffee made, the debts I paid, the fears allayed!) Oh, I liked… I liked… I liked… (Addictive synth riff repeats.) Verse 2 Then came the feast—ambrosia on my tongue, Me, a greedy king still thinkin’ I was young. I drank your every mood, each sigh, each flame, An Icarus addicted to the height of your name. We built Olympus in a one-room shrine, Every kiss a clause, every touch divine. I got reckless, lost inside the art… Forgot that even gods can change their heart. Pre-Chorus 2 This sweetness leaves a bitterness behind, A holy hangover I can’t outrun in time. My temples throb with echoes of your name— A beautiful ruin, burned by my own flame. Chorus (Strained) I LIKED YOU WITHOUT TRYIN’! (Now I’m dyin’!) It was a soft but carin’ kind of feelin’ I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR IDOL! (Crash the idol!) Just the hand you’re holdin’ when the ceiling’s peelin’ Don’t like me for the beautiful words, They dissolve when the miracle blurs— LIKE ME FOR THE ACTION DISPLAYED! (The silence kept, the nights I wept, the vows I made!) Oh, I liked… I liked… I liked… Bridge (Spoken / Mantra) (Music collapses: distorted loop, lone bass pulse.) This is the dance. My dance. One foot in ecstasy— One in the abyss. Love isn’t a statue. It’s not permanent. It’s a double exposure. (Second ghost drum fades in.) One image: you laughing—light like a halo. The other: the room empty—dust remembers your shape. Both are true. Both exist. I develop them in the same darkroom. That’s the hangover. That’s the third chance. Seeing both… and still choosing the frame. (Music rebuilds.) Mantra (spoken/sung): Action—not adoration. Texture—not text. The doing—not the deity. The liking… in the wreckage. Guitar Solo (Blues-soaked, stadium-sized, vocal bends over disco pulse.) Final Chorus (Anthem) I LIKED YOU WITHOUT TRYIN’! (My soul’s buyin’!) It was a soft but carryin’ kind of feelin’ I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR IDOL! (Tear it down now!) Just the hand you’re holdin’ when the ceiling’s peelin’ Don’t like me for the beautiful words, Let the poetry show, not be heard— LIKE ME FOR THE ACTION DISPLAYED! (The constant frame, the steady flame, the double exposure!) Oh, I liked… I liked… I liked… Outro (Ad-libs) (Groove strips down.) For Willca… The third chance… The double exposure… Liked… not loved… Or maybe— Liked is the love… The doing… is the thing… (Heartbeat synth. Silence.)
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