The Tinted Field

Low-Fi Psychedelic Noir, Heavy Rhythmic Bass, Distorted Synth Swells, 60 BPM

V4.5-ALL

[Section: Jacques - Male Vocal: Low-register, Raw Marseille-Australian Accent, Breathless]
Step one... and the rust starts to "Flee."
The walls are turning "Silver"... as far as I can see.
We’re passing by my bunk... on the edge of Deck Eight.
And the "New" is pushing "Old"... through the iron gate.
I don't know these people... I don't know their names.
But they’re walking through the bulkheads... playing temporal games.
Silks and glowing sensors... from a year I haven't met.
While Claudia’s just walking... through a world that’s "Solid" yet.
[Short Instrumental Interlude: A high-pitched magnetic "ping"]
[Section: Claudia - Female Vocal: Mid-register, Analytical, Calm]
Jacques, your fur is "Bleeding"... a frequency of blue.
The scanner’s hitting "Red"... every time I look at you.
The hallway is a "Grave"... it’s empty and it’s gray.
But you’re staring at the shadows... like they’re standing in the way.
Hold your breath, Bartender... we’re crossing Deck Six.
Whatever you are seeing... is a "Blink" I need to fix.
The energy is "Spiking"... in the fibers of your coat.
You’re the only "Vessel"... that’s managed to stay afloat.
[Chorus: Duet - Jacques (Low) and Claudia (Mid)]
[Jacques - Low]: The walls are turning "Maiden"! The rust is being "Born"!
[Claudia - Mid]: The scanner’s screaming "Danger"! The data’s being "Torn"!
[Together]: Walking the "Magnet"... where the years collide!
With the Simulation... having nowhere to hide!
[Jacques - Low]: I see a thousand faces... that shouldn't be alive!
[Together]: As we pull the "Present"... up to Level Five!
[Bridge: Music strips back to a single, pulsing bass note]
[Section: Jacques - Male Vocal: Low-register, Whispering]
Claudia... look at the lady.
In the velvet wrap... with the 2350 "Glow."
She’s reaching for your hand... she doesn't even know...
That you’re just a "Ghost" of Twenty-Four-Hundred.
And the bridge between our "Whens"... has finally been sundered.
[Outro: Spoken over the sound of the medical bay doors sliding open]
[Section: Claudia - Female Vocal: Mid-register, Professional]
I don't see a lady, Jacques.
I only see your fur standing on end... and a magnetic field so strong it’s blurring my screen.
Sit on the table. Let’s see what the "Blink" did to you.
[Sound of: A final, distant bottle shattering in the Bilge, then total silence]
[End]

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[Section: Jacques - Male Vocal: Low-register, Raw Marseille-Australian Accent, Breathless] Step one... and the rust starts to "Flee." The walls are turning "Silver"... as far as I can see. We’re passing by my bunk... on the edge of Deck Eight. And the "New" is pushing "Old"... through the iron gate. I don't know these people... I don't know their names. But they’re walking through the bulkheads... playing temporal games. Silks and glowing sensors... from a year I haven't met. While Claudia’s just walking... through a world that’s "Solid" yet. [Short Instrumental Interlude: A high-pitched magnetic "ping"] [Section: Claudia - Female Vocal: Mid-register, Analytical, Calm] Jacques, your fur is "Bleeding"... a frequency of blue. The scanner’s hitting "Red"... every time I look at you. The hallway is a "Grave"... it’s empty and it’s gray. But you’re staring at the shadows... like they’re standing in the way. Hold your breath, Bartender... we’re crossing Deck Six. Whatever you are seeing... is a "Blink" I need to fix. The energy is "Spiking"... in the fibers of your coat. You’re the only "Vessel"... that’s managed to stay afloat. [Chorus: Duet - Jacques (Low) and Claudia (Mid)] [Jacques - Low]: The walls are turning "Maiden"! The rust is being "Born"! [Claudia - Mid]: The scanner’s screaming "Danger"! The data’s being "Torn"! [Together]: Walking the "Magnet"... where the years collide! With the Simulation... having nowhere to hide! [Jacques - Low]: I see a thousand faces... that shouldn't be alive! [Together]: As we pull the "Present"... up to Level Five! [Bridge: Music strips back to a single, pulsing bass note] [Section: Jacques - Male Vocal: Low-register, Whispering] Claudia... look at the lady. In the velvet wrap... with the 2350 "Glow." She’s reaching for your hand... she doesn't even know... That you’re just a "Ghost" of Twenty-Four-Hundred. And the bridge between our "Whens"... has finally been sundered. [Outro: Spoken over the sound of the medical bay doors sliding open] [Section: Claudia - Female Vocal: Mid-register, Professional] I don't see a lady, Jacques. I only see your fur standing on end... and a magnetic field so strong it’s blurring my screen. Sit on the table. Let’s see what the "Blink" did to you. [Sound of: A final, distant bottle shattering in the Bilge, then total silence] [End]

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