A Room That Refuses to Repeat

NeonMimi

Experimental Chamber Rock, Glitch Electronica

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[INTRO — DRY CLOSE-MIC VOCAL, NO INSTRUMENTS]

I left the door
where the wall should be.

The wall moved first.

[THREE UNEVEN PERCUSSION HITS]

Excuse me.
Is this my room?

[VERSE 1 — LIGHT, PRECISE, ALMOST PLAYFUL]

The table has learned to count to nine
But never arrives at ten
The clock takes off its little hands
And puts them back again

A chair is waiting upside down
For someone I once knew
I say hello to yesterday
It says, "I look like you."

[INSTRUMENTAL INTERRUPTION — PIZZICATO CELLO, BROKEN ELECTRONIC PULSE]

Tick—
Not yet.

Tick-tick—
Forget.

[VERSE 2 — SHORT, SYNCOPATED PHRASES]

One step left.
The ceiling bends.
Two steps back.
The staircase ends.

Open the drawer.
A summer.
A key.
A note in my handwriting:

"Don't become me."

[BRIEF SILENCE]

Oh.

That's rather rude.

[INSTRUMENTAL SECTION — PREPARED STRINGS AND FRACTURED PERCUSSION]

[The instruments begin a pattern, lose it, and restart in a different meter]

[VOICE RETURNS IN THE GAPS BETWEEN INSTRUMENTAL PHRASES]

I had a plan—
No, wait.

I had a shape—
No, wait.

I had a name
That fit until
I said it out loud.

[VERSE 3 — FLUID LEGATO, UNEXPECTEDLY TENDER]

There was a window in the floor
Where all my almosts slept
The things I nearly said to you
The promises I kept

Not because they all were true
Not because I understood
But leaving them unfinished
Felt more honest than I could

[ABRUPT CUT — SINGLE MUTED BRASS NOTE]

Could.

Could—

[VOICE SHIFTS TO A DRY, RHYTHMIC NEAR-SPEECH]

You see?
Even the echo
has developed
an opinion.

[BREAKDOWN — VOICE AND ONE PIZZICATO STRING]

If I repeat the word "forever"
Does it stay?

If I repeat the same mistake
Does it become a way?

If I repeat the person
That I was before—

[INSTRUMENTAL CUT]

Who is standing
at the door?

[CLIMAX — NOT A CONVENTIONAL CHORUS; VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTS COLLIDE]

I AM NOT THE ROOM!

I am the space
between the floorboards!

I am the breath
you couldn't measure!

I am the line
that changes direction!

I am—

[COMPLETE SILENCE]

[SOFT, NATURAL VOICE]

I am still deciding.

[FINAL SECTION — OPEN, UNEXPECTEDLY MELODIC]

Let the table lose its numbers
Let the clock forget the time
Let the walls become a question
Let the answer change its mind

I don't need a perfect ending
I don't need a final key
If this room refuses to repeat—

Then it can make room
for me.

[OUTRO — SINGLE CLOSE-MIC VOCAL, NO REVERB]

Tomorrow,
I'll move the door.

[ONE SMALL INHALE]

Or maybe...

I'll move.

[END — NO FADE]

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[INTRO — DRY CLOSE-MIC VOCAL, NO INSTRUMENTS] I left the door where the wall should be. The wall moved first. [THREE UNEVEN PERCUSSION HITS] Excuse me. Is this my room? [VERSE 1 — LIGHT, PRECISE, ALMOST PLAYFUL] The table has learned to count to nine But never arrives at ten The clock takes off its little hands And puts them back again A chair is waiting upside down For someone I once knew I say hello to yesterday It says, "I look like you." [INSTRUMENTAL INTERRUPTION — PIZZICATO CELLO, BROKEN ELECTRONIC PULSE] Tick— Not yet. Tick-tick— Forget. [VERSE 2 — SHORT, SYNCOPATED PHRASES] One step left. The ceiling bends. Two steps back. The staircase ends. Open the drawer. A summer. A key. A note in my handwriting: "Don't become me." [BRIEF SILENCE] Oh. That's rather rude. [INSTRUMENTAL SECTION — PREPARED STRINGS AND FRACTURED PERCUSSION] [The instruments begin a pattern, lose it, and restart in a different meter] [VOICE RETURNS IN THE GAPS BETWEEN INSTRUMENTAL PHRASES] I had a plan— No, wait. I had a shape— No, wait. I had a name That fit until I said it out loud. [VERSE 3 — FLUID LEGATO, UNEXPECTEDLY TENDER] There was a window in the floor Where all my almosts slept The things I nearly said to you The promises I kept Not because they all were true Not because I understood But leaving them unfinished Felt more honest than I could [ABRUPT CUT — SINGLE MUTED BRASS NOTE] Could. Could. Could— [VOICE SHIFTS TO A DRY, RHYTHMIC NEAR-SPEECH] You see? Even the echo has developed an opinion. [BREAKDOWN — VOICE AND ONE PIZZICATO STRING] If I repeat the word "forever" Does it stay? If I repeat the same mistake Does it become a way? If I repeat the person That I was before— [INSTRUMENTAL CUT] Who is standing at the door? [CLIMAX — NOT A CONVENTIONAL CHORUS; VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTS COLLIDE] I AM NOT THE ROOM! I am the space between the floorboards! I am the breath you couldn't measure! I am the line that changes direction! I am— [COMPLETE SILENCE] [SOFT, NATURAL VOICE] I am still deciding. [FINAL SECTION — OPEN, UNEXPECTEDLY MELODIC] Let the table lose its numbers Let the clock forget the time Let the walls become a question Let the answer change its mind I don't need a perfect ending I don't need a final key If this room refuses to repeat— Then it can make room for me. [OUTRO — SINGLE CLOSE-MIC VOCAL, NO REVERB] Tomorrow, I'll move the door. [ONE SMALL INHALE] Or maybe... I'll move. [END — NO FADE]

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