[genre: Industrial Vogue House, Post-Punk, Chicago House] [mood: commanding, hypnotic, tense, ecstatic, critical] [dynamics: p -> f -> pp -> ff] [instruments: LinnDrum, 808 sub-bass, Juno-60 synth arpeggio, minimal percussion] [Runway vocal-style: conversational, rhythmic, declarative, precise diction, nurturing yet sharp] [style: 1980s NYC Ballroom Scene, minimalist, percussive] [theme: release, performance, overcoming self-seriousness, grace] [verse 1] [music: tight, dry LinnDrum beat begins. stark.] [Runway vocals: rhythmic, almost spoken, critical] I see that look you brought here That pose held in the heat All the lessons they taught you A hundred-dollar defeat [pre-chorus] [music: subtle, low-pass filtered bass synth enters, pulsing] [Runway vocals: leaning in, conspiratorial] Child, that calculation Is about to get the chop This whole house is waiting [chorus] [music: beat opens up. driving sub-bass and a shimmering Juno-60 arpeggio enter. energetic and full.] [Runway vocals: more melodic, powerful, open-throated] You own all that tension It’s a sickening kind of fit But the only dimension The judges will permit The one that gets the grand prize Is the one that lets go [verse 2] [music: strips back to the dry LinnDrum beat again.] [Runway vocals: sharper, more pointed] Your face is a new set of thorns A busted kind of realness Another legend gets born From feeling, not from stillness [bridge] [music: all instruments drop out except for a very deep, sustained sub-bass drone. reverb on vocals.] [Runway vocals: softer, intimate, almost a whisper but clear] A little more, a little less That’s the gag, you see Unclench your jaw from all that stress Just for the category Let the heat from the big lights Melt the hard line of your shoulder You don't need another reason [chorus] [music: explodes back in, bigger than before, with added shakers and claps] [Runway vocals: ecstatic, ad-libs in background (Work!)] You own all that tension It’s a sickening kind of fit But the only dimension The judges will permit The one that gets the grand prize Is the body that lets go [outro] [music: all instruments cut out abruptly on the last word.] [Runway vocals: a cappella, powerful, with a long reverb tail] You're the one. Now let go. (Tens.)
