Revolution of mine

[Intro — very sparse, hypnotic, ominous] [Low Hammond organ drone, deep bass, distant tremolo guitar, very sparse toms] [Female vocal enters almost whispered, intimate and theatrical] [Verse 1 — restrained, conversational, darkly amused] [Half-spoken female vocal, smoky and low, with long pauses] [Minimal drums, bass and organ; guitar answers the vocal phrases] My father-in-law says over dinner: “Smells like revolution, my young lady!” And I still sit and write my rhymes — Hannah, you're my brand-new muse lately! [Verse 2 — slightly darker, growing tension] [Female vocal becomes more uneasy and dramatic] [Drums become more present; bass remains hypnotically repetitive] I come home from work half-dead, Hannah gave me looks and I felt dread. Walking, yoga — nothing works... Our office is where the terror lurks! [Chorus — hypnotic, restrained, ominous] [Do not turn this into a conventional pop chorus] [Female vocal sings slowly and deliberately, with eerie sustained notes] [Organ swells underneath; tremolo guitar echoes the final words] Revolution of mine — that’s so quiet, One more song — and there goes my riot. No one ever joins the fight, Dead-air silence — day and night. [Verse 3 — obsessive, increasingly hypnotic] [Rhythm becomes more repetitive and trance-like] [Vocal gradually shifts from singing toward half-spoken obsessive narration] [More reverb and echo on the word “Hannah”] I feel totally ignored, while my brain keeps Hannah stored… — since the morning, all the time — all tangled up in rhyme, in newspaper clippings, on pages that I’m flipping… — somewhere in between the lines, Tommy smiles while Hannah shines, Hannah, Hannah, always Hannah... [Bridge — obsessive psychological descent] [Tempo remains slow] [Increase instrumental tension gradually] [Female vocal becomes increasingly intense, breathless and unstable] [Whispered doubles and distant vocal echoes on “Hannah”] [Drums become heavier; bass more insistent; guitar grows increasingly dissonant] I don't wanna think about it… but my brain swells with that shit — another weird obsession... Ideas, pictures, projects — always something in progression! Hannah's growing there inside my head, digging her claws into my nerves, into my poor little nerves, my poor little nerves — they're still full of her... Hannah, Hannah, full of Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, still so full of Hannah! [Breakdown — sudden explosive release] [Everything becomes raw, loud and chaotic] [Female vocal is furious, desperate, almost screaming] [Heavy toms, distorted bass, aggressive organ, distorted tremolo guitar] [Brief instrumental pauses between shouted phrases] We are all fucked up in this shitty company! We let them make blood money off us — shitty money! I can't take it! I can't take it anymore! Think I must find somewhere else to go, finally shut that fucking door! [Instrumental climax — psychedelic chaos] [Extended distorted guitar and Hammond organ crescendo] [Female vocal ad-libs, cries and fragmented whispers in the background] [Build to the emotional peak, then abruptly strip everything back] [Final Verse — exhausted, resigned, ominous] [Sudden return to sparse instrumentation] [Female vocal almost whispered, emotionally drained] [Deep bass, soft toms, distant organ, minimal guitar] [Gradually fade into darkness] Tomorrow comes another Monday, For rotten eggs — another fun day. No revolution — we must hush and keep quiet, Our little shells slowly crack in that silent riot. No explosions and no gunfire, 'cause our office is full of wires So we will stay here at our positions… Still giving our all — fulfilling the mission. [Outro — very slow, haunting] [Repeat the final instrumental motif] [Female whispers “Hannah…” very softly in the distance] [Long Hammond organ drone and guitar feedback] [End unresolved, fading into silence]