I Was the Gun (Theme from "Silencer")

big beat jazz fusion, jazz fusion, spy thriller orchestral

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[Intro]
[Rapid-fire acoustic snare roll]
[Explosive minor-key brass stab]
[Vocals: Cool, close to the mic, breathless but composed]
The dossier is burned.
The ash is in the grate.

[Verse 1]
[Driving, breakneck upright bass and relentless drum loop begin]
I wiped the glass, I swept the floor.
I turned the lock upon the heavy door.
They ask me questions, shine the blinding light.
I tell them you were with me through the night.
A flawless alibi, a steady hand.
The misdirection facade is grand.
You made a terrible and fatal slip.
I catch the falling secret on my lip.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Drums drop out, leaving only a tense, ticking ride cymbal and sweeping strings]
[Vocals: Lower register, intense]
Though hounds are at the gate, and even catch the scent.
I cover up the trail of where you went.

[Chorus]
[Full big-beat jazz explosion, chaotic and thrilling]
[Vocals: Powerhouse belting, soaring over the frantic rhythm]
Let the silence fall!
I bring the quiet mind!
(Hush now)
I bury every skeleton you left behind!
You pulled the trigger, but I was the gun!
I pull the curtain, blocking out the sun!
(Keep it quiet)
Walk away and do not turn around.
Watch me swallow up the sound!

[Verse 2]
[Breakneck drum loop returns, bassline walking fast and complex]
[Vocals: Rhythmic, clipping the ends of the words]
I memorized the story, forged the date.
Redirected all the heavy weight.
You owe me nothing, this is not a trade.
Just resting in the peace your actions made.
They search the alley, they drag the deep.
I guard the nightmare that you cannot sleep.
A perfect perjury, an iron will.
I keep the panicked conversation still.

[Bridge]
[Frantic, wailing saxophone solo over the relentless big-beat drums]
[Sudden halt. Two beats of dead silence.]

[Outro]
[A slow, heavy, final brass chord swells]
[Vocals: Spoken, ice cold]
You were never here.
Never. No one pulled me. 
Not my trigger. no. 
[Music cuts instantly on a sharp snare hit]

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[Intro] [Rapid-fire acoustic snare roll] [Explosive minor-key brass stab] [Vocals: Cool, close to the mic, breathless but composed] The dossier is burned. The ash is in the grate. [Verse 1] [Driving, breakneck upright bass and relentless drum loop begin] I wiped the glass, I swept the floor. I turned the lock upon the heavy door. They ask me questions, shine the blinding light. I tell them you were with me through the night. A flawless alibi, a steady hand. The misdirection facade is grand. You made a terrible and fatal slip. I catch the falling secret on my lip. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums drop out, leaving only a tense, ticking ride cymbal and sweeping strings] [Vocals: Lower register, intense] Though hounds are at the gate, and even catch the scent. I cover up the trail of where you went. [Chorus] [Full big-beat jazz explosion, chaotic and thrilling] [Vocals: Powerhouse belting, soaring over the frantic rhythm] Let the silence fall! I bring the quiet mind! (Hush now) I bury every skeleton you left behind! You pulled the trigger, but I was the gun! I pull the curtain, blocking out the sun! (Keep it quiet) Walk away and do not turn around. Watch me swallow up the sound! [Verse 2] [Breakneck drum loop returns, bassline walking fast and complex] [Vocals: Rhythmic, clipping the ends of the words] I memorized the story, forged the date. Redirected all the heavy weight. You owe me nothing, this is not a trade. Just resting in the peace your actions made. They search the alley, they drag the deep. I guard the nightmare that you cannot sleep. A perfect perjury, an iron will. I keep the panicked conversation still. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums drop out, leaving only a tense, ticking ride cymbal and sweeping strings] [Vocals: Lower register, intense] Though hounds are at the gate, and even catch the scent. I cover up the trail of where you went. [Chorus] [Full big-beat jazz explosion, chaotic and thrilling] [Vocals: Powerhouse belting, soaring over the frantic rhythm] Let the silence fall! I bring the quiet mind! (Hush now) I bury every skeleton you left behind! You pulled the trigger, but I was the gun! I pull the curtain, blocking out the sun! (Keep it quiet) Walk away and do not turn around. Watch me swallow up the sound! [Bridge] [Frantic, wailing saxophone solo over the relentless big-beat drums] [Sudden halt. Two beats of dead silence.] [Outro] [A slow, heavy, final brass chord swells] [Vocals: Spoken, ice cold] You were never here. Never. No one pulled me. Not my trigger. no. [Music cuts instantly on a sharp snare hit]

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