Guess We Don't Need It

Female vocal, original voice identity, low mezzo-soprano, smoky, intimate, clear and dry studio tone, close-mic, expressive but restrained, emotionally tense, light occasional vibrato only at the end of long phrases, never constant, never wide, never sweet, no wailing, no folk coloring, no backing vocals, solo vocal only, Voice never changes regardless of music style; jazz-funk with rock edge, verses melodic and varied, chorus abrupt, hard-edged, declarative, less melodic, protest-like, strongly separated from verses, no chorus lift, no soft ending, strong section contrast, lead trumpet melody from the first second, trumpet carries the main instrumental line through intro, solo, and outro, saxophones and brass support underneath, thick bass, punchy drums, sharp electric piano, no vocals in intro, no humming, no moaning, no vocalizations, no wordless singing, no ad-libs, polished studio mix

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Guess we don't need it, none of it, none.
We tear down our own creation, without end.
Doing the most senseless thing on this earth.
We go to war. We go to war.

Eighty years old, she dances tonight,
At her great-grandson's wedding, laughing so light.
Her skin so smooth and firm, hands don't shake,
She lifts her glass high for the new couple's sake.
Grandkids and great-grandkids chase through the yard,
Round and round the trees, playing hard.
Her mother sits close at the table nearby,
Smiling at all of this noisy, glad tribe.

Guess we don't need it, none of it, none.
We tear down our own creation, without end.
Doing the most senseless thing on this earth.
We go to war. We go to war.

Red Martian dust settles soft on our boots,
Tomatoes and peppers swell sweet with their juice,
Under domes so clear,
Two distant moons reflect in the dew
On the grapevine leaves.
The children leap high in the thin Martian air,
Floating back down slow, without a care.
At evening we gather and watch through the window,
Blue Earth, alive and at peace, no borders remain.

Guess we don't need it, none of it, none.
We tear down our own creation, without end.
Doing the most senseless thing on this earth.
We go to war. We go to war.

Waves break on dark stones, leave lacy foam behind,
The sky turns to amber as day's left behind.
A girl in her headphones hears the whale's long song,
Deep as the water, flowing on and on.
A small band on her wrist turns the sound into notes,
That rise on a screen, glowing, like light as it floats.

Guess we don't need it, none of it, none.
We tear down our own creation, without end.
Doing the most senseless thing on this earth.
We go to war. We go to war.

She looks in his eyes and she glows with delight,
She touches his hand, and his skin answers soft, alight.
Not a word of his tongue, nor he one of hers,
Yet they feel every thought as it stirs.
Between them a pattern shimmers thin in the air,
Turning each thought into pictures they share.

No translators are left, not a single one more,
Every language is known like the one you were born for.

Guess we don't need it, none of it, none.
We tear down our own creation, without end.
Doing the most senseless thing on this earth.
We go to war. We go to war.

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The city lies in rings of green, Like rings of a tree, each year is seen. Clear domes hold back the rain and the heat, Terraced gardens tumble down to the shore, Silent pods glide, under, above, Weaving the rings into one whole, Each building is grown, not built by hand, Living, it breathes, and mends where cracks land. Guess we don't need it, none of it, none. We tear down our own creation, without end. Doing the most senseless thing on this earth. We go to war. We go to war. Eighty years old, she dances tonight, At her great-grandson's wedding, laughing so light. Her skin so smooth and firm, hands don't shake, She lifts her glass high for the new couple's sake. Grandkids and great-grandkids chase through the yard, Round and round the trees, playing hard. Her mother sits close at the table nearby, Smiling at all of this noisy, glad tribe. Guess we don't need it, none of it, none. We tear down our own creation, without end. Doing the most senseless thing on this earth. We go to war. We go to war. Red Martian dust settles soft on our boots, Tomatoes and peppers swell sweet with their juice, Under domes so clear, Two distant moons reflect in the dew On the grapevine leaves. The children leap high in the thin Martian air, Floating back down slow, without a care. At evening we gather and watch through the window, Blue Earth, alive and at peace, no borders remain. Guess we don't need it, none of it, none. We tear down our own creation, without end. Doing the most senseless thing on this earth. We go to war. We go to war. Waves break on dark stones, leave lacy foam behind, The sky turns to amber as day's left behind. A girl in her headphones hears the whale's long song, Deep as the water, flowing on and on. A small band on her wrist turns the sound into notes, That rise on a screen, glowing, like light as it floats. Guess we don't need it, none of it, none. We tear down our own creation, without end. Doing the most senseless thing on this earth. We go to war. We go to war. She looks in his eyes and she glows with delight, She touches his hand, and his skin answers soft, alight. Not a word of his tongue, nor he one of hers, Yet they feel every thought as it stirs. Between them a pattern shimmers thin in the air, Turning each thought into pictures they share. No translators are left, not a single one more, Every language is known like the one you were born for. Guess we don't need it, none of it, none. We tear down our own creation, without end. Doing the most senseless thing on this earth. We go to war. We go to war.

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