[Disc_Key: C_Minor] [Disc_Tempo: 85_BPM | Half_Time_Feel] [Disc_Style: Spoken_Word | No_Melodic_Vocal | No_Pitch_Correction | Natural_Breath | Multilingual_English_Moroccan_Darija] [Disc_Drums: Bone_Dry_Gaps_Grid | 3-3-2_Broken_Pattern | Center_Mono | Gavel_Weight | Sparse] [Disc_Sub: phon_weight | FM_sine | Mono_Sub_Lock | Felt_Not_Heard] [Disc_Bass: Upright_Bass | Bowed | Mono_Center | Root_Notes_Only | Almost_Absent] [Disc_Brass: French_Horn | Slow_Attack | Long_Decay | Mono_Center | Warm | Muted | Distant] [Disc_Pad: Cold_Cathedral_Dark | Slow_Swell | Stereo_Width_Maximum | No_Melody] [Disc_Pad: Mellotron_Strings | Chorus_pedal_wash | Stereo_Width_Maximum | No_Movement] [Disc_Texture: Buchla_100_West_Coast | Hard_Pan_Left | Barely_Audible] [Disc_Room: Cathedral_Stone | Long_Reverb_Tail | Four_Second_Decay | Always_Present] [Disc_Vocal: dry_sardonic_delivery | understated_edge | Center_Front | Close_Mic | Intimate | Ceremonial] [Intro: spoken word, intimate, private, slow, breath audible, room only, no instruments yet] I didn't chase this craft, it found me. Walked straight into my chest like it owned me. Settled in the corners nothing else could hold me, woke parts of me that had no home in me. [Verse 1: spoken word, confessional, inward, close-mic, quiet, sparse kick enters on "cracked", bass on "storms" and "forms", no brass yet] Every other medium cracked under my storms, Apologies Quillium, I failed to show your forms, Didn't have the fire to keep you warm — but here I am again, left my 3D home. Giving it another shot, all the roads lead to... [Darija: Moroccan Darija, spoken word, inward, private, no translation] had lyoum Mab9ach ghedda, b9a hi lyoum, mab9ach chkoun lloum, b9a hi ssawti mghemmess fl Hélium. [/Darija] So God help me get one more, just one more I swear — [Whispered: intimate, fragile, lucid] the pinky promise of an addict in despair. [Spoken Word] Use me, it said. I'm God's servant, available at every merchant — better than any coagulant, the self healing of a serpent. [whisper] Ouroboros [/whisper] [Chorus: spoken word, three declarative statements, spine straight, kick on "door" and "me", brass pulls back, strings at low volume] Closed the door, swallowed the key, no escaping me. God have mercy on me. [Verse 2: Moroccan Darija, direct address, back straight, projected, confident, brass most present, kick on declarations] [Darija: Moroccan Darija, spoken word, direct address, confident, no translation] Majitch 3la 9bel lkerssi w ttaj, chwiya w 7ta l9erd, y-7ssablo malik l3aj, Walakine tkellem stilo, haj 3ilaj lkoul mjaj Ana nwerrik chnou mawerrakch zaj Ach na9ssek a lme7taj Chi lamba w siraj a sid l7aj Afkar lambda darouli l2iz3aj Rassi ba3li lPropaganda, m9ewwed flmontage, wchkoun fnadarek charilou l banda d l2ikhraj ? , 3la 7yati bda reportage, s7abli hommage [/Darija] [Chorus 2: spoken word, harder, more certain, mercy drops, door closing as transaction] Closed the door, swallowed the key, No Escaping me, God Have mercy on me. [Outro: spoken word, conversational, gentle, beat drops before "I'm sorry", bass and brass together on "I'm sorry", all elements dissolve into reverb tail after "tool"] So heavyweights, pardon the intrusion. Or don't. Either way, I'm past illusion. I'm here now, and here's the truth I pull: I'm sorry, but I'm gonna use your soul as a tool. [whisper] Ouroboros [/whisper] [Moroccan Darija: whispered, private, after everything, the mother tongue says what English couldn't, no translation needed, let it dissolve into the reverb tail] [Darija] mab9ach ghedda, b9a hi lyoum [/Darija]
