8001st soul 1.5

Sophisticated Slow Jazz, Melodic Piano, Walking Bass, Atmospheric, 60bpm

V4.5-ALL

[Intro: A slow, dripping sound—like water hitting a tin bucket—syncopated with a lazy, echoing piano melody]
[Section: Jacques: Australian-French Accent, Brazen, gravelly Auss-French accent]
Lean in close, mates. Stop the tapping, Ducati.
I’ve been doing some math on the back of a napkin... and the numbers are "malade." Sick.
Eight thousand souls, Bammer. I’ve counted the bunks, I’ve counted the rations, and I’ve counted the heartbeats through the floorboards. But the manifest... the manifest says eight thousand and one.
[Sound of: A distant, metallic 'thud' from deep in the ship]
Someone is breathing behind that welded door, and they haven't ordered a drink in three months. That’s just bad manners, mon ami.
[Verse 1]
The auditor’s had came with his cold yellow eyes
To check on the fuel and to check on the lies.
He seen the rust and he seen the decay
But he won't see the man who’s been hiding away.
Is he a hero? Is he a thief?
Or just a captain who’s died of his grief?
Stone the crows, it’s a beautiful mess
A kingdom of dirt in a silk-collared dress!
[Section: Laizer - Vocal: Smooth Elegant Alto, Sophisticated, Distant Room Reverb]
I’ve looked at the logs, Jacques. The oxygen is being pulled.
Deck One, Section Zero. A tiny, steady draw.
He’s not a ghost... he’s a ghost machine.
A Captain composed of the spaces between.
The eight thousandth and first soul is the one that we keep
While the rest of the galaxy’s falling asleep.
[Chorus: Jacques and Laizer - Low-Register Harmony]
Oh, the The eight thousandth and first soul is a heavy, heavy load
A phantom at the end of a long and oily road.
Jacques is pouring comfort, Laizer’s watching the screen
For the ghost of the Captain... the ghost in the machine.
[Bridge]
[Section: Tarz - Vocal: Dark Jazz, Deadpan Male Vocals, Monotone, Icy Wit]
"Clinical isolation leads to a fragmented ego," they say.
I’d offer him a session, but my tail isn't fond of welded steel.
Besides... [Pause] ...maybe he’s the only one of us who’s actually sane.
Ever think about that? No? Just me? [Tail thumps the table]
[Chorus: Jacques and Laizer - Low-Register Harmony]
Oh, the The eight thousandth and first soul is a heavy, heavy load
A phantom at the end of a long and oily road.
Jacques is pouring comfort, Laizer’s watching the screen
For the ghost of the Captain... the ghost in the machine.
[Outro: Spoken over a slow, weeping slide guitar solo]
[Section: vocal: Gritty Baritone Male, Rough French-Aussie Accent]
If he ever comes out, Laizer... tell him the first round is on me.
But he’s gotta bring his own glass.
I’m not cleaning another one for a ghost.
[Sound of: A distant, low-frequency hum and the dripping sound stops]
[End]

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[Intro: A slow, dripping sound—like water hitting a tin bucket—syncopated with a lazy, echoing piano melody] [Section: Jacques: Australian-French Accent, Brazen, gravelly Auss-French accent] Lean in close, mates. Stop the tapping, Ducati. I’ve been doing some math on the back of a napkin... and the numbers are "malade." Sick. Eight thousand souls, Bammer. I’ve counted the bunks, I’ve counted the rations, and I’ve counted the heartbeats through the floorboards. But the manifest... the manifest says eight thousand and one. [Sound of: A distant, metallic 'thud' from deep in the ship] Someone is breathing behind that welded door, and they haven't ordered a drink in three months. That’s just bad manners, mon ami. [Verse 1] The auditor’s had came with his cold yellow eyes To check on the fuel and to check on the lies. He seen the rust and he seen the decay But he won't see the man who’s been hiding away. Is he a hero? Is he a thief? Or just a captain who’s died of his grief? Stone the crows, it’s a beautiful mess A kingdom of dirt in a silk-collared dress! [Section: Laizer - Vocal: Smooth Elegant Alto, Sophisticated, Distant Room Reverb] I’ve looked at the logs, Jacques. The oxygen is being pulled. Deck One, Section Zero. A tiny, steady draw. He’s not a ghost... he’s a ghost machine. A Captain composed of the spaces between. The eight thousandth and first soul is the one that we keep While the rest of the galaxy’s falling asleep. [Chorus: Jacques and Laizer - Low-Register Harmony] Oh, the The eight thousandth and first soul is a heavy, heavy load A phantom at the end of a long and oily road. Jacques is pouring comfort, Laizer’s watching the screen For the ghost of the Captain... the ghost in the machine. [Bridge] [Section: Tarz - Vocal: Dark Jazz, Deadpan Male Vocals, Monotone, Icy Wit] "Clinical isolation leads to a fragmented ego," they say. I’d offer him a session, but my tail isn't fond of welded steel. Besides... [Pause] ...maybe he’s the only one of us who’s actually sane. Ever think about that? No? Just me? [Tail thumps the table] [Chorus: Jacques and Laizer - Low-Register Harmony] Oh, the The eight thousandth and first soul is a heavy, heavy load A phantom at the end of a long and oily road. Jacques is pouring comfort, Laizer’s watching the screen For the ghost of the Captain... the ghost in the machine. [Outro: Spoken over a slow, weeping slide guitar solo] [Section: vocal: Gritty Baritone Male, Rough French-Aussie Accent] If he ever comes out, Laizer... tell him the first round is on me. But he’s gotta bring his own glass. I’m not cleaning another one for a ghost. [Sound of: A distant, low-frequency hum and the dripping sound stops] [End]

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