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Scathed

Orra The Poet
Orra The Poet
Raw Lo-Fi Alt-Punk Grunge, 68–75 BPM, Male Vocals, Heavy Spring Reverb, Detuned Guitars, Blown-Out Amps, Tape Hiss, Slow Lurching Half-Drunk Drums That Feel Weighed Down By Quiet Horror, Distant Feedback Like A Train Whistle At 3 A, M, Desert-Trailer Loneliness, No Polish, Everything Recorded On A Dying 4-Track, Occasional Glass-Bottle Roll Or Coyote Howl Sample, Bass One Step Behind, Cymbals Bleeding Into The Red, Long Decaying Tails Vocals: Close-Mic’d Into An Empty Bottle, Half-Whispered Half-Slurred Rasped Vocals Heavy With Exhaustion And Quiet Realization, Cracked Falsetto On “skin, ” “gone, ” “left, ” “was, ” “there, ” “eyes, ” “nerve, ” “bone, ” Lots Of Breath, Stumble, Long Pauses, No Harmonies, Sounds Like The Last Exhausted Realization Before Passing Out

[Intro – 28 sec] dripping tremolo guitar + sparse reverb piano notes, night insects, thick tape hiss, distant coyote howl, subtle feedback swell like held breath, no vocals [Verse 1 – whispered fragile rasp, stripped detuned guitar + reverb hum, breath heavy with long pauses] The scars I thought Were only on the skin The noise had stopped The rush had ended The weight was gone I traced the lines by moonlight Thought the story closed [Refrain – even quieter, almost spoken, cracked falsetto on “left” and “was”] What was left What I was [Verse 2 – slurred and stumbling, heavier tape hiss, voice cracking with realization] The noise always there The rush a night sweat The weight on my eyes I mistook the quiet For mercy, for rest But silence just learned my name [Bridge – half-spoken, single distorted guitar note held like a threat, breath catching] I swallowed every echo Called it healing Now the echo’s in the marrow And it’s screaming [Final Refrain / Verse 3 – strained whisper building to broken rasp, then total collapse] The scars I know Now on nerve and bone What was left What I was The scars I know Now on nerve and bone [90+ sec Outro – instruments fade to single detuned guitar sustain + ambient pads, vocals shift to exhausted half-whisper repeats with long pauses] Now on nerve… and bone… nerve… and bone… [long pauses] …bone… [extended quiet after last word, faint distant train whistle, tape hiss lingers then swallows everything into dead silence]