Down to the Fathoms (King of Bubbles)

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Titan Radio

Minneapolis Funk, Sci-Fi Soul, Dance-Punk

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[Verse 1] I’m up in the basket, got that Bird’s Eye View so high Watching the curvature of the earth under a bruising sky The admiral’s talking, but he’s spreading a disease I’m looking at the deck and I’m suspicious of the crew with ease Something’s shifting below, I see a madness creeping in The grain is getting soft, and the wood begins to melt like skin Yeah, the deck is made of skin now, can you feel the heat? We’re sailing on a nightmare, and there’s no way to retreat

[Chorus] It’s liquid chaos, baby, can’t you hear them laugh? We’re stepping off the edge of the maritime path The latitude is breaking, the stars are in a flood We’re washing out the history in the salt and the mud Down to the Fathoms, where the pressure is the law Falling into the belly of the Titan’s open jaw

[Verse 2] I’m the enforcer of that Iron Discipline, standing tall Trying to keep the order while the waves begin to crawl I’ll command this vessel until every man is dead But I can hear the sailors laughing at me in my head The compass is a liar, the wood grain is a ghost I’m shouting at a mutiny from the center to the coast My armor’s getting heavy as the liquid chaos grows I’m the only one still fighting while the water hits my toes

[Verse 3] I’m the King of Bubbles, and the party’s just begun I’m the last one on the guest list, and I’ve already won The water’s at the neck, so I’m pouring the wine Celebrating the end of the whole damn line Cheers to the drowning of the weary and the brave We’re finding our salvation in a watery grave The ship is just a ribcage, the ocean is the king And I’m the only one who hears the Titan start to sing

[Bridge] [Music shifts to a disorienting, swirling rhythm] Hold up. Discard the sextant, give me Starless Navigation tonight We’re calculating vectors in a world without the light The latitude is breaking apart, the maps are all a lie We’re sailing through a starry flood across a broken sky No North, no South, just the pull of the deep And the secrets that the boats as skeletons keep

[Outro] Fathoms deep, baby. The boats are skeletons, the anchors are gone. Can you hear that? The Titan is singing lullabies of pressure until the dawn. Just a ghostly congregation in the valley of the deep. No more steering. Just... sleep. King of Bubbles. [Beat fades into sound of heavy rhythmic water pressure and low resonant humming]

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[Intro] [Sound of a deep foghorn echoing] [Heavy, rolling drum beat enters] Check the shoreline. This is Captain PURRdita carving the curves of the coast. We built floating fortresses out of ancient oak to stay above the swell. But the water’s coming in, and the wood is acting... strange. Yo, get that Bird’s Eye View. [Verse 1] I’m up in the basket, got that Bird’s Eye View so high Watching the curvature of the earth under a bruising sky The admiral’s talking, but he’s spreading a disease I’m looking at the deck and I’m suspicious of the crew with ease Something’s shifting below, I see a madness creeping in The grain is getting soft, and the wood begins to melt like skin Yeah, the deck is made of skin now, can you feel the heat? We’re sailing on a nightmare, and there’s no way to retreat [Chorus] It’s liquid chaos, baby, can’t you hear them laugh? We’re stepping off the edge of the maritime path The latitude is breaking, the stars are in a flood We’re washing out the history in the salt and the mud Down to the Fathoms, where the pressure is the law Falling into the belly of the Titan’s open jaw [Verse 2] I’m the enforcer of that Iron Discipline, standing tall Trying to keep the order while the waves begin to crawl I’ll command this vessel until every man is dead But I can hear the sailors laughing at me in my head The compass is a liar, the wood grain is a ghost I’m shouting at a mutiny from the center to the coast My armor’s getting heavy as the liquid chaos grows I’m the only one still fighting while the water hits my toes [Chorus] It’s liquid chaos, baby, can’t you hear them laugh? We’re stepping off the edge of the maritime path The latitude is breaking, the stars are in a flood We’re washing out the history in the salt and the mud Down to the Fathoms, where the pressure is the law Falling into the belly of the Titan’s open jaw [Verse 3] I’m the King of Bubbles, and the party’s just begun I’m the last one on the guest list, and I’ve already won The water’s at the neck, so I’m pouring the wine Celebrating the end of the whole damn line Cheers to the drowning of the weary and the brave We’re finding our salvation in a watery grave The ship is just a ribcage, the ocean is the king And I’m the only one who hears the Titan start to sing [Bridge] [Music shifts to a disorienting, swirling rhythm] Hold up. Discard the sextant, give me Starless Navigation tonight We’re calculating vectors in a world without the light The latitude is breaking apart, the maps are all a lie We’re sailing through a starry flood across a broken sky No North, no South, just the pull of the deep And the secrets that the boats as skeletons keep [Chorus] It’s liquid chaos, baby, can’t you hear them laugh? We’re stepping off the edge of the maritime path The latitude is breaking, the stars are in a flood We’re washing out the history in the salt and the mud Down to the Fathoms, where the pressure is the law Falling into the belly of the Titan’s open jaw [Outro] Fathoms deep, baby. The boats are skeletons, the anchors are gone. Can you hear that? The Titan is singing lullabies of pressure until the dawn. Just a ghostly congregation in the valley of the deep. No more steering. Just... sleep. King of Bubbles. [Beat fades into sound of heavy rhythmic water pressure and low resonant humming]

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