(Studio) Don’t Cut my Frequency

alternative power pop, psychedelic rock, power pop/indie rock

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V5.5

I wake up mid-thought, like I never shut down,
Half a sentence still looping when I come around,
Floor’s still cold but my head’s already gone,
Running through ten different versions of a song.

Voices outside say “keep it contained,”
But they all sound distant when I’m in this state,
I don’t move straight, I don’t think in lines,
It’s a fast-cut reel in a slow world’s time.

*(Pre-Chorus)*
They want it simple, clean, and clear,
I hear layers they don’t hear,
If I filter it for them—
I lose where it begins.

*(Chorus — Hook)*
I’m on my frequency, don’t pull me down,
Don’t need it fixed, don’t need it found,
It’s not noise just ‘cause you don’t relate,
It’s a different kind of awake.
I won’t flatten out to fit your frame,
I won’t edit out what you can’t name,
You don’t have to ride with me—
Just don’t cut my frequency.

*(Verse 2)*
You ask for the truth, I give it raw,
Then you hesitate like you saw too much,
Step back slow, like it might spill,
Like honesty’s a thing that could make you ill.

I’ve seen that look—can’t place the file,
Too intense, stays too long, not their style,
So they change the subject, shift the tone,
Leave me mid-thought talking on my own.

*(Pre-Chorus)*
Say “go deeper,” then retreat,
Like depth’s okay in smaller degrees,
So I keep what I don’t show
In places you won’t go.

*(Bridge — Minimal / Rhythmic)*
Not a glitch.
Not a phase.
Not a thing you rephrase.

Not a trend.
Not a test.
Not a version that’s “best.”

Just a mind that won’t reduce,
Just a truth you can’t reproduce.

*(Break — Build)*
If it’s too much—turn it down your way,
But don’t ask me to recalibrate.

*(Final Chorus — Lifted)*
I’m on my frequency, don’t pull me down,
Don’t need it fixed, don’t need it found,
It’s not noise just ‘cause you don’t relate,
It’s a different kind of awake.
I won’t flatten out to fit your frame,
I won’t edit out what you can’t name,
You don’t have to ride with me—
Just don’t cut my frequency.

*(Outro)*
Still mid-thought when the day ends clean,
Still somewhere you’ve never been,
No translation—just let it be,
I’m staying on my frequency.

2408/7500

I wake up mid-thought, like I never shut down, Half a sentence still looping when I come around, Floor’s still cold but my head’s already gone, Running through ten different versions of a song. Voices outside say “keep it contained,” But they all sound distant when I’m in this state, I don’t move straight, I don’t think in lines, It’s a fast-cut reel in a slow world’s time. *(Pre-Chorus)* They want it simple, clean, and clear, I hear layers they don’t hear, If I filter it for them— I lose where it begins. *(Chorus — Hook)* I’m on my frequency, don’t pull me down, Don’t need it fixed, don’t need it found, It’s not noise just ‘cause you don’t relate, It’s a different kind of awake. I won’t flatten out to fit your frame, I won’t edit out what you can’t name, You don’t have to ride with me— Just don’t cut my frequency. *(Verse 2)* You ask for the truth, I give it raw, Then you hesitate like you saw too much, Step back slow, like it might spill, Like honesty’s a thing that could make you ill. I’ve seen that look—can’t place the file, Too intense, stays too long, not their style, So they change the subject, shift the tone, Leave me mid-thought talking on my own. *(Pre-Chorus)* Say “go deeper,” then retreat, Like depth’s okay in smaller degrees, So I keep what I don’t show In places you won’t go. *(Chorus — Hook)* I’m on my frequency, don’t pull me down, Don’t need it fixed, don’t need it found, It’s not noise just ‘cause you don’t relate, It’s a different kind of awake. I won’t flatten out to fit your frame, I won’t edit out what you can’t name, You don’t have to ride with me— Just don’t cut my frequency. *(Bridge — Minimal / Rhythmic)* Not a glitch. Not a phase. Not a thing you rephrase. Not a trend. Not a test. Not a version that’s “best.” Just a mind that won’t reduce, Just a truth you can’t reproduce. *(Break — Build)* If it’s too much—turn it down your way, But don’t ask me to recalibrate. *(Final Chorus — Lifted)* I’m on my frequency, don’t pull me down, Don’t need it fixed, don’t need it found, It’s not noise just ‘cause you don’t relate, It’s a different kind of awake. I won’t flatten out to fit your frame, I won’t edit out what you can’t name, You don’t have to ride with me— Just don’t cut my frequency. *(Outro)* Still mid-thought when the day ends clean, Still somewhere you’ve never been, No translation—just let it be, I’m staying on my frequency.

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