Satellite 🛰️ Honey

[INTRO — 4 bars] [Analog modular drone slowly blooms from mono to wide stereo. Filtered breakbeat fragments flicker in and out. No full groove yet. Tiny reversed vocal breaths appear like distant birds. Wah guitar gives two clipped, dry scratches.] [Whispered, extremely close-miked, almost inside the listener’s ear] Are you receiving me? [One beat silence] --- [VERSE 1 — restrained, dry, rhythmically conversational] [Beat enters: syncopated breakbeat, muted kick, gated snare. Wobble bass appears only at the ends of phrases. Vocal intimate and slightly detached. Keep melody narrow. Occasional stereo delay on final words.] There’s a woman in the lift With a goldfish in her shoe She says, “Heaven’s on the seventh floor—” [short delay throw] “Six will have to do.” Neon dripping from the ceiling Purple sugar in the rain Everybody’s speaking backwards Through a cellophane refrain [Wah guitar answers vocal with short offbeat skanks] Mercury wears sunglasses Buying cigarettes at dawn And the moon is on the fire escape With somebody’s radio on --- [PRE-CHORUS 1 — BUILD HARD] [Pull some low end out for first two lines. Vocal moves higher and becomes more melodic. Breakbeat tightens. Add rising modular pulse underneath every line. Each phrase should feel shorter and more urgent than the previous one.] And the whole room— [Bass stab] BENDS When the bassline— [Snare crack] LANDS Little green sparks Running through my hands [Background soprano doubles last word one octave higher: “ha-a-ands”] Don’t wake me up Don’t bring me down [Beat begins dropping pieces out] I can hear the stars— [Almost everything stops] UNDERGROUND [One full beat of silence] --- [CHORUS — SUDDENLY WIDE, HOOK-LED, FLOATING] [Full wobble bass. Wide psychedelic synths. Wah guitar opens up. Lead vocal changes from conversational to clear birdlike soprano. Melody should be immediately singable, with long held vowels contrasting the clipped pre-chorus.] SATELLITE HONEY [Hold “Honey” across the bar, slight pitch flutter] COME ORBIT ME [Backing vocal, whispered left/right: “orbit… orbit…”] Spin your little universe ELECTRICALLY [Short high soprano leap on final syllables] SATELLITE HONEY Don’t let me go We can fall forever Where the black lights glow [Breakbeat drops to kick + hand percussion] Ah-ah— ZERO GRAVITY Ah-ah— SWEET CATASTROPHE [Full groove slams back] SATELLITE HONEY COME ORBIT ME There’s a hole in the sky Where the night should be [Last word “be” trails into long stereo tape delay] --- [POST-CHORUS — 4 bars] [No lead vocal. Rubber bass becomes foreground. Wah guitar scratches against warped synth stabs. Tiny chopped sample of “Satellite” appears rhythmically: “sat—sat—sat—satellite”.] --- [VERSE 2 — MORE PLAYFUL, SLIGHTLY MORE DERANGED] [Return to close-miked dry vocal. Bass now more active. Percussion contains metallic industrial clicks underneath the funk groove.] There’s a taxi made of mirrors With a driver made of smoke He keeps laughing at the traffic lights Like somebody told a joke Strawberry transmission Coming through Channel Nine [Robotic backing voice, deadpan] Please remain inside your body. Till the planets re-align There are angels in the subway With antennae in their hair Selling little paper galaxies For a dollar and a prayer --- [PRE-CHORUS 2 — BIGGER THAN FIRST] [Add tom pulse beneath breakbeat. Soprano starts doubling selected words. Synth pitch rises almost imperceptibly through entire section.] And the pavement— SWIMS When the kick drum— HITS Chrome confetti Falling through the rifts Don’t wake me up Don’t make it stop [Snare becomes increasingly gated and huge] We’re already halfway— [Band cuts] OFF THE CLOCK [Whispered immediately after, very close:] Three… two… one… --- [CHORUS 2 — MORE VOCAL LAYERS] SATELLITE HONEY COME ORBIT ME [High harmony enters above “orbit me”] Spin your little universe ELECTRICALLY SATELLITE HONEY Don’t let me go We can fall forever Where the black lights glow Ah-ah— ZERO GRAVITY Ah-ah— SWEET CATASTROPHE SATELLITE HONEY COME ORBIT ME There’s a hole in the sky Where the night should be [Echo fragments: “night… night… should be…”] --- [BRIDGE — INDUSTRIAL PSYCHEDELIC BREAKDOWN] [Remove conventional bassline. Modular drone becomes ugly and unstable. Breakbeat reduced to metallic rim hits, reversed snare tails and sub pulses. Vocal spoken rhythmically, almost nursery-rhyme innocent.] Blue mouth Red sun [Sub hit] Two hearts One gun [Dry wah scratch] Slow train No track [Voice doubles in reverse] Send love Don’t come back Tin crown Glass sea [Small pause] You dream [Long pause] I dream [Everything stops] [Very high, delicate soprano:] Where did everybody go? [Silence] --- [INSTRUMENTAL ASCENT — 8 bars] [Wobble bass slowly re-enters. Wah guitar becomes more melodic. Modular sequences spira