[Instrumental Intro: hypnotic acoustic guitar, distant bell, warm piano, light 12-string shimmer] [Verse 1: sparse melodic folk-rock, intimate low male vocal] A bell above Provence A cross against the door Rose crushed in a mortar Footsteps on the floor He walked where fever walked With herbs beneath his coat Half healer, half a wanderer Keeping death from every throat [Pre-Chorus: gentle lift, bass and piano begin moving] Draw the circle Mark the house Watch the ancient heavens go When the earth gives no answer Ask the planets what they know [Chorus: wide melodic 70s folk-rock, layered backing vocals] Tell me, Seer, what did you see? A future waiting patiently? Or smoke that learned to imitate Whatever came a century late? Tell me, Seer, what did you know Before the blood, before the smoke? Did you look forward through the flame Or did we write the future in your name? [Verse 2: same melody, fuller and more driving] Fifteen-fifty, almanacs Weather, harvest, stars Little doors to tomorrow Under market lamps Then fifteen-fifty-five arrived Four lines became a maze Kings and floods and pestilence Burning cities without names [Pre-Chorus: same shape, brighter tension] Turn the phrase Move the year Watch the ancient meaning go When the page gives no answer Ask the reader what they know [Chorus: stronger drums and harmonies] Tell me, Seer, what did you see? A future waiting patiently? Or smoke that learned to imitate Whatever came a century late? Tell me, Seer, what did you know Before the blood, before the smoke? Did you look forward through the flame Or did we write the future in your name? [Verse 3: same verse shape, dramatic art-rock energy] Two lions enter golden fields The younger meets the old One is wounded through a cage Before his blood runs cold Then the Queen sends for the Seer Charts unfold beneath the sky Years go by, a lance is broken And a wounded monarch dies [Argument Breakdown: punchy punk-art-rock call-and-response] [Voice 1] He wrote the lions before the lance! [Voice 2] You found the lance after the fact! [Voice 1] The golden cage! [Voice 2] Could mean a helm! [Voice 1] He saw it! [Voice 2] You shaped it! [Voice 1] He named it! [Voice 2] YOU NAMED IT LATER! [Both] READ THE PAGE! [Bridge: near-silence, acoustic guitar and piano only] Take a disaster Find a verse Turn the telescope around Was the prophecy waiting for the event? Or were we waiting for a prophecy that sounded close enough? Who read whom? [Verse 4: same verse shape, stripped almost bare] Near the end they say he tells The man beside his bed “By sunrise you will not find me Living,” so he said Morning enters through the shutters The Seer is cold and gone Fraud to one, prophet to another Still the question carries on [brief silence] [Low male voice, dry] They say. [Final Chorus: huge melodic release, full band] Tell me, Seer, what did you see? A future waiting patiently? Or mirrors learning how to show A face they couldn’t possibly know? Tell me, Seer, what did you know Before the blood, before the smoke? Four hundred years still ask the same: Did you write the future… [Band drops] Or did the future write your name? [Outro: layered refrain, then psychedelic dissolution] The future in your name Who read whom? The stars say nothing The page stays open.
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