[genre: art-folk, post-punk] [mood: bittersweet, playful, defiant] [dynamics: starts heavy, collapses, ends skipping] [instruments: detuned acoustic guitar, wood blocks, rattles, claps, snaps] [Wren vocal-style: breathy, childlike, tremulous] [tempo: 72 → 94] [theme: meaning as play] [intro] [music: plodding 6/8, low drone] [Wren vocals: hushed, deflated] Sawdust floor. Heavy door. [verse 1] [music: detuned guitar, clack percussion] [Wren vocals: conversational, fibrillating] Knees bent low beneath the yoke Roared till sky cracked open, broke Now fingers twitch on frayed thin string Dumb show’s mine let the whole thing swing [chorus] [music: driving 6/8, ghost harmonies enter] [Wren vocals: lilting, earnest] First you knelt. Then you bit Now you build a lie that fits Not truth, not grace a rattle-song To rattle you along [verse 2] [music: sparse, wet-canvas sounds] [Wren vocals: slack-jawed, intimate] Greasepaint cracks on rented face Mouth the lines with vacant grin Stage is bare, the script’s gone thin Sawdust whirls where gods have been [chorus] [music: fuller, rattle intensifies] [Wren vocals: tremulous, rising] First you knelt. Then you bit Now you build a lie that fits Not truth, not grace a rattle-song To rattle you along [bridge] [music: sudden stop, 4-beat silence, then arrhythmic taps] [Wren vocals: fragmented, whisper-crackle] Game. Or just delay. Mask to hide the fray. Strings go slack. Hands let go. What’s left to play. What’s left to know. [chorus] [music: skipping 7/8, F major, choir swells] [Wren vocals: childlike, soaring] First you knelt. Then you bit Now you build a lie that fits Not truth, not grace a rattle-song To rattle you along [outro] [music: rattle solo, fading] [Wren vocals: breathy, close-mic] Rattle on. Rattle true. Make it dumb. Make it you.
