Eight Arms Remember

folk, chanson, bossa nova, avant-garde, experimental

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[THE GATHERING OF TENTACLES]
A Folk / French-Brazilian Avant-Chanson in 5/4

[INTRO]
(deep ocean hum, faint clicking sounds, a distant signal from above — the bossa pulse emerges, soft and expectant)

mmmmh — mmmmmh — mmmmh — mmm — hmm
shhhhh — shhhhhhh…
tsss — tss — tssss — tss
oooooh — yeah — ooooh — yah — mmh

[VERSE]
(voice close, breathy, curious — the words curl like tendrils around the five-beat lilt)

They come from the deep where the light forgets,
hhhhhh — hhhhhh — hhh — hh — hh
[The current says:] whoooosh — whoooosh — whoo — oo — oosh
[their arms say:] twist — twist — twist — twist — twist
and the seafloor trembles
just ooooooh —
yeah — yah — mm.

🌿 [BAROQUE FLUTE BREAK – tentacle dance] 🌿
(flute weaves in curling patterns, bass ostinato rises and falls like a breathing creature)
waa-waaah — waaah — wa — aa — ah
du-du-doo — du-doo — du — doo — doo
(soft voice) mmm — mmm — mmm — mm — mm

[VERSE]
(playful but laced with longing, the phrasing leans into the bossa sway)

tss-tss-tss — tss-tss — tss
They gather in rings where the cold springs rise,
never rushed, never lost — hmm,
mmmmh — mmh — mmm — mmh — mmh
[The sonar is pinging:]
pling-pling — pling-pling — pling — ing — ing
wait for the light, wait for the light, wait —
The stars send nothing.
Nothing needs sending.
oooooh — ooooh — yeah — oo — ooh

[REFRÃO]
(the chorus blooms, a distant choir like a ghostly signal, wet reverb, the woman’s voice still bright in front)

oooh — the ocean is deep — oo — oh
oooh — the call lives in the skin — oh — yah
oooh — the home planet knows — mm — mm
we are still waiting below — oh — mm — mmh
mmh-mmh — mmh-mmh — mmm — mmh — mmh
oooh — the tides will lift us — oo — oo
oooh — the beam will guide — yah — yah
oooh — we are the sound — oo — oo
of something ancient rising by —
yeah — yeah — yea — aa — ah

🌊🐙 [SCAT BRIDGE – cephalopod pulse] 🐙🌊
(breathy scat, playful and slippery, polyrhythmic clicks, water droplets, flute flutters like tiny fins)

doo-wah-doo — wah-doo — doo
bwaa-bwee — bwaa-bwaa — bwee
shka-doo-waa — shka-doo — waa
beeeeee-yah — doo — oo — oo — yah
tsss — tsss — tssss — tss — tss
doo-wah-doo-wah — doo — wah — doo
mmmmmmmmmmh — mm — mm — hmm

[VERSE]
(the signal grows stronger, the bass ostinato shimmers, flute lines ascend)

[The beam is coming:]
shoooom — shoooom — shoo — oo — oom
slow and glowing, slow and glow-ing,
slow — and — glow — ing — hmm
[Arms rise to the surface:]
shhhhhk — shhhhk — shhh — hhh — hhhk
[The ship is humming far above:]
ooo-ooo — ooo — ooo — oooh
and the water embraces them:
ooo-ooo-ooooooh — oo — oh…
higher —
ooo-ooo-oh… oh…
higher —
ooo… oh… oo…
home.
mmmmh — yeah — yah

[REFRÃO]
(choir returns, now more resolved, the female voice floats with gentle triumph)

oooh — the ocean is deep — oo — oh
oooh — the call lives in the skin — oh — yah
oooh — the home planet knows — mm — mm
we are still waiting below — and we rise now — yes
we rise now — yes — yes
we just —
oooooh — oooh — ooo — oo — oooh
yeah — yah

[VERSE IV]
(very intimate, a whispered memory, the guitar plays soft, open chords)

hhhhh — hhhhh — hhh — hh — hhh
eight arms remember the red skies,
tss — tss — tssss — tss — tss
the old planet calling:
come? — come? — cooo — oo — oome?
they answer with their glow.
mmh.
the universe feels it.
ooooh — oooh — ooo — oo — oooh
The deep has sung this before.
The deep remembers.
mmh-mmh-mmh — mmh — mmh — yeah
mmmmmmmmmmh — mm — mm — hmm

[OUTRO]
(layers peel away — only the woman’s humming, soft water, distant clicking, the flute fading upward)

oooh — oooh — ooooh — oo — ooh
(oooh — oooh — ooooh — ooh — oo)
mmh — mmh — mmmmh — mmh — hmm
(mmh — mmh — mmmmh — mm — hmm)
yeah — yeah — yeaaaaah — yah — yah
(yeah… yeah… yeaaah… yah…)
oooh…
(oooh…)
mmh…
shhhhhhhhhh… hhh…
tsss — tsss — tsss… tss…
oooooooh…
.
..
…
yeah.

[CODA – only layered bass guitars, the softest water sounds, one ascending flute breath, a distant beam]
bumm — bumm — bumm — bumm — bumm
whoooosh.

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[THE GATHERING OF TENTACLES] A Folk / French-Brazilian Avant-Chanson in 5/4 [INTRO] (deep ocean hum, faint clicking sounds, a distant signal from above — the bossa pulse emerges, soft and expectant) mmmmh — mmmmmh — mmmmh — mmm — hmm shhhhh — shhhhhhh… tsss — tss — tssss — tss oooooh — yeah — ooooh — yah — mmh [VERSE] (voice close, breathy, curious — the words curl like tendrils around the five-beat lilt) They come from the deep where the light forgets, hhhhhh — hhhhhh — hhh — hh — hh [The current says:] whoooosh — whoooosh — whoo — oo — oosh [their arms say:] twist — twist — twist — twist — twist and the seafloor trembles just ooooooh — yeah — yah — mm. 🌿 [BAROQUE FLUTE BREAK – tentacle dance] 🌿 (flute weaves in curling patterns, bass ostinato rises and falls like a breathing creature) waa-waaah — waaah — wa — aa — ah du-du-doo — du-doo — du — doo — doo (soft voice) mmm — mmm — mmm — mm — mm [VERSE] (playful but laced with longing, the phrasing leans into the bossa sway) tss-tss-tss — tss-tss — tss They gather in rings where the cold springs rise, never rushed, never lost — hmm, mmmmh — mmh — mmm — mmh — mmh [The sonar is pinging:] pling-pling — pling-pling — pling — ing — ing wait for the light, wait for the light, wait — The stars send nothing. Nothing needs sending. oooooh — ooooh — yeah — oo — ooh [REFRÃO] (the chorus blooms, a distant choir like a ghostly signal, wet reverb, the woman’s voice still bright in front) oooh — the ocean is deep — oo — oh oooh — the call lives in the skin — oh — yah oooh — the home planet knows — mm — mm we are still waiting below — oh — mm — mmh mmh-mmh — mmh-mmh — mmm — mmh — mmh oooh — the tides will lift us — oo — oo oooh — the beam will guide — yah — yah oooh — we are the sound — oo — oo of something ancient rising by — yeah — yeah — yea — aa — ah 🌊🐙 [SCAT BRIDGE – cephalopod pulse] 🐙🌊 (breathy scat, playful and slippery, polyrhythmic clicks, water droplets, flute flutters like tiny fins) doo-wah-doo — wah-doo — doo bwaa-bwee — bwaa-bwaa — bwee shka-doo-waa — shka-doo — waa beeeeee-yah — doo — oo — oo — yah tsss — tsss — tssss — tss — tss doo-wah-doo-wah — doo — wah — doo mmmmmmmmmmh — mm — mm — hmm [VERSE] (the signal grows stronger, the bass ostinato shimmers, flute lines ascend) [The beam is coming:] shoooom — shoooom — shoo — oo — oom slow and glowing, slow and glow-ing, slow — and — glow — ing — hmm [Arms rise to the surface:] shhhhhk — shhhhk — shhh — hhh — hhhk [The ship is humming far above:] ooo-ooo — ooo — ooo — oooh and the water embraces them: ooo-ooo-ooooooh — oo — oh… higher — ooo-ooo-oh… oh… higher — ooo… oh… oo… home. mmmmh — yeah — yah [REFRÃO] (choir returns, now more resolved, the female voice floats with gentle triumph) oooh — the ocean is deep — oo — oh oooh — the call lives in the skin — oh — yah oooh — the home planet knows — mm — mm we are still waiting below — and we rise now — yes we rise now — yes — yes we just — oooooh — oooh — ooo — oo — oooh yeah — yah [VERSE IV] (very intimate, a whispered memory, the guitar plays soft, open chords) hhhhh — hhhhh — hhh — hh — hhh eight arms remember the red skies, tss — tss — tssss — tss — tss the old planet calling: come? — come? — cooo — oo — oome? they answer with their glow. mmh. the universe feels it. ooooh — oooh — ooo — oo — oooh The deep has sung this before. The deep remembers. mmh-mmh-mmh — mmh — mmh — yeah mmmmmmmmmmh — mm — mm — hmm [OUTRO] (layers peel away — only the woman’s humming, soft water, distant clicking, the flute fading upward) oooh — oooh — ooooh — oo — ooh (oooh — oooh — ooooh — ooh — oo) mmh — mmh — mmmmh — mmh — hmm (mmh — mmh — mmmmh — mm — hmm) yeah — yeah — yeaaaaah — yah — yah (yeah… yeah… yeaaah… yah…) oooh… (oooh…) mmh… shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… tsss — tsss — tsss… tss… oooooooh… . .. … yeah. [CODA – only layered bass guitars, the softest water sounds, one ascending flute breath, a distant beam] bumm — bumm — bumm — bumm — bumm whoooosh.

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