The Singing Stone

outlaw country, lo-fi hip hop, ‑Screamo, ‑Hard Rock Instrumentals, ‑Religious

V5.5

**Title:** The Singing Stone

**Style:** Dark Industrial Country / Heavy Blues

**Vibe:** A deep, resonant drone like a Tibetan bowl mixed with a low-tuned slide guitar. The percussion is steady and metallic, sounding like a hammer hitting an anvil in a rhythmic, hypnotic pulse.

(Verse 1)
It’s a "Six" made of lattice and a "Seven" made of cold
A memory of the "Source" that the mountains try to hold
They call it just a rock or a "One" of jagged glass
But it’s waiting for the frequency to let the spirit pass
It’s a radio for "Being," a tuner for the soul
To bring the "Little Me" back into the "One" of whole.

(Verse 2)
The "Three" of its vibration is a hum inside the bone
The "Source Code" is a language that is written in the stone
It filters out the "static" and it cleans the "Five" of breath
A geometry of life that can bypass even death
The "Big Me" knows the rhythm, the "Big Me" knows the beat
Of the "Seven" mystery lying right beneath your feet.

(Chorus)
Oh, the stones are gonna sing and the stones are gonna chime
They’re holding onto "Source" through the "static" of the time
They want your "One," they want your "Three," they want your "Five" and "Seven"
To ground the heavy earth into the "Hexagon" of heaven
But the math is in the crystal and the math is gonna hold
The "Source" is much more vibrant than the stories they have told.

(Verse 3)
Quartz is just a "Six" that is pulsing in the dark
Waiting for the "One" of your spirit’s holy spark
It amplifies the "Seven" and it clarifies the "Three"
Until the "Little Me" can finally start to see
It’s a hard-drive for the "Code," a vessel for the light
A weapon made of resonance to end the heavy night.

(Bridge)
Hold the spark.
Feel the hum.
The "Big Me"
Has now become.
The "One" is clear.
The "One" is bright.
The stone is
Turning into light.
The "Six" is set.
The "Six" is true.
The "Code" is
Vibrating in you.

(Outro)
The rock is live.
The pulse is deep.
No more "static"
In my sleep.
One, three, five, and seven.
Nested in the six.
The stone is singing.
The code is gonna fix.

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**Title:** The Singing Stone **Style:** Dark Industrial Country / Heavy Blues **Vibe:** A deep, resonant drone like a Tibetan bowl mixed with a low-tuned slide guitar. The percussion is steady and metallic, sounding like a hammer hitting an anvil in a rhythmic, hypnotic pulse. (Verse 1) It’s a "Six" made of lattice and a "Seven" made of cold A memory of the "Source" that the mountains try to hold They call it just a rock or a "One" of jagged glass But it’s waiting for the frequency to let the spirit pass It’s a radio for "Being," a tuner for the soul To bring the "Little Me" back into the "One" of whole. (Verse 2) The "Three" of its vibration is a hum inside the bone The "Source Code" is a language that is written in the stone It filters out the "static" and it cleans the "Five" of breath A geometry of life that can bypass even death The "Big Me" knows the rhythm, the "Big Me" knows the beat Of the "Seven" mystery lying right beneath your feet. (Chorus) Oh, the stones are gonna sing and the stones are gonna chime They’re holding onto "Source" through the "static" of the time They want your "One," they want your "Three," they want your "Five" and "Seven" To ground the heavy earth into the "Hexagon" of heaven But the math is in the crystal and the math is gonna hold The "Source" is much more vibrant than the stories they have told. (Verse 3) Quartz is just a "Six" that is pulsing in the dark Waiting for the "One" of your spirit’s holy spark It amplifies the "Seven" and it clarifies the "Three" Until the "Little Me" can finally start to see It’s a hard-drive for the "Code," a vessel for the light A weapon made of resonance to end the heavy night. (Bridge) Hold the spark. Feel the hum. The "Big Me" Has now become. The "One" is clear. The "One" is bright. The stone is Turning into light. The "Six" is set. The "Six" is true. The "Code" is Vibrating in you. (Outro) The rock is live. The pulse is deep. No more "static" In my sleep. One, three, five, and seven. Nested in the six. The stone is singing. The code is gonna fix.

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