"Time Didn't Die" (Intro Smoky weathered female lead, intimate speakeasy delivery | Dirty upright piano, upright bass, faint vinyl crackle, distant muted trumpet) Met her somewhere east of yesterday, Red dress, black boots, grin on her face. Asked her name She tipped back her wine... “Darlin', everybody calls me Time.” (Dark Scat Female lead, low smoky rhythmic scat | Upright bass, brushed drums, muted brass, subtle dark-trap sub) Mm-ba-da, doom-ba-day... Tik-ka-tak, tik-ka-tay... Shoo-ba-dum, don't mind me Been all damn night... Killing Time. (Verse 1 Gravelly female outlaw-country/blues lead | Cajun fiddle, accordion, dirty piano, swamp drums, slide guitar, low 808 pulse) Shot her at midnight in New Orleans, Right between twelve and thirteen. She hit the floor, I checked her twice By sunrise she was rolling dice. Drowned her deep in the China Sea, Dropped a whole damn century. Three days later, Tokyo— There she sat at the bar like, “Hello.” (Pre-Chorus — Female lead, increasingly irritated swagger; Time answered by eerie smooth female voice | Instruments pull back to upright bass, ticking percussion, shamisen-style plucks, rising war drums) I said, “Woman, what the hell are you?” (Time — Calm female voice) “Older than your gods, sweetheart. What are you?” (Chorus — Female lead, huge gravelly rock belt; deep male Viking gang vocals answering key lines | Distorted guitars, Cajun fiddle, accordion, taiko, Nordic war drums, 808 sub-bass, brass) TRIED KILLING TIME— BUT SHE JUST WON'T QUIT! Put her in the ground, She crawled out of it. Stopped every clock, Still heard that tick— Tried killing Time, But she just won't quit. She'll drink to your funeral, Dance through your prime, I've killed damn near everything— But I can't kill Time. (Dark Scat Break — Female rhythmic scat becoming increasingly wild | Accordion and fiddle trade phrases, dirty brass punches, trap hi-hats, taiko and war drums building) Tik-ka, doom-ba, Ratta-tat-TIME— Sha-ba, doom-ba, Still alive! (Instrumental Exchange — No lead vocal | Screaming Cajun accordion, dueling fiddle, shamisen-style runs, blues guitar, 808 bass, taiko and Nordic war drums) (Viking Rap — Female lead, gravelly aggressive rhythmic cadence; deep male throat-sung clan responses | War drums, stomps, dark trap beat, low horns, shamisen accents) Hung her from an oak when Rome still stood, Buried her alive where the old kings would. Chased her through plague, through powder and steel, Cut off her head— She said, “Cute. It'll heal.” Watched empires rise, watched emperors fall, She never aged one damn day at all. I asked how long she planned to survive— (Time — Calm amused female voice) “Longer than you.” (Instrumental Break — No lead vocal | Taiko, shamisen-style plucks, Cajun fiddle, accordion, distorted guitar, trap 808s, Nordic horns) (Verse 2 — Female lead, playful smoky speakeasy swagger | Upright bass, funky drums, dirty piano, muted trumpet, accordion, blues guitar) Now we're somewhere past tomorrow, Playing cards for years I've borrowed. She keeps aces up her sleeve, I keep finding new ways to make her bleed. (Female Lead — Spoken rhythmic callouts) Poison? Tried it. Hanging? Twice. Dynamite? (Time — Dry amused female voice) “That was actually nice.” She poured two drinks and raised up mine— (Time — Smooth female toast) “To another thousand years of killing Time.” (Chorus — Female lead, massive blues-rock belt; Viking gang vocals underneath | Full distorted guitars, fiddle, accordion, brass, 808s, taiko, war drums and stomps) TRIED KILLING TIME— BUT SHE JUST WON'T QUIT! Blew up the hourglass, She laughed at it. Broke both hands off every clock I could find— Still that woman kept perfect time. She'll drink to your funeral, Dance through your prime, I've killed kings, monsters and memories— But I can't kill Time. (Bridge — Female lead, quiet conversational delivery | Upright bass, sparse piano, distant bamboo flute, ticking percussion) I finally asked her, “What happens if I win?” (Music cuts completely) Time smiled. For once... she didn't answer. (Low Dark Scat — Female whisper-scat | Bare upright bass, distant sub-bass, faint heartbeat drum) Doom... ba-da... Tik... ka-tak... Doom... ba-da... No clock answers back. (Final Build — Whispered female lead | One deep drum strike beneath each tick, rising Nordic drone) Then somewhere behind me— tick. ...tick. ......tick. (Time — Close whispered female voice, amused) “Miss me?” (Final Chorus — Female lead full gravelly scream/belt; Viking gang chants and throat singing | EVERYTHING: distorted guitars, screaming fiddle, accordion, dirty piano, brass, shamisen-style runs, 808s, taiko, Nordic war drums, stomps and cinematic horns) GODDAMN TIME— SHE JUST WON'T QUIT! Killed her yesterday, Tomorrow she did it again. No grave can hold her, No weapon fits— Been chasing that woman since history began, And I'm starting to think she enjoys this shit. So pour one more whiskey
