I Am the Flame (The One Mix) September Artist Showcase

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[Intro]
[Swinging cabaret piano chords | Upright bass walking a cheeky line | Brass section sneaks in]

[Verse 1]
[Female | Sharp, conversational London accent | Deeply annoyed, sarcastic, roll-of-the-eyes delivery]
Been thinkin’, been driftin’,
Mind gone missin' no patch, no fixin'.
Where I been? That’s none of your biz,
You don't own the breath I’m livin’ in.
Where I land ain't up for debate,
You showed up late, now watch your fate.
You stared like you could tame what I became,
Dream on. Untouchable. I am the flame.

[Chorus]
[Big band explosion | Punchy brass stabs and swinging drums kick hard]
[Female | Sassy, theatrical belt, dripping with spiteful attitude]
Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE!
Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE!
Curse if you must when you speak my name,
I am the reckoning I am the flame!

[Verse 2]
[Playful horns punctuate the lines | Walking bassline tightens]
[Female | Sarcastic, fed-up London cadence]
You clock my stride like I’m on your screen,
But my pulse don't sync to your broken machine.
I’ve been erased, rewritten, filed as ‘noise’,
Yet here I stand no permission, no choice.
You tracked my tears, sold my pain for views,
Now watch me rise with nothing to lose.
You twist my story just to play your game,
I twist it back I am the flame.

[Chorus]
[Full brass section roaring | Maximum swagger]
[Female | Sassy, theatrical belt, dripping with spiteful attitude]
Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE!
Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE!
Curse if you must when you speak my name,
I am the reckoning I am the flame!

[Bridge]
[Music strips right back to a mocking, bouncy piano loop and a muted trumpet growl]
[Female | Spoken-sung, cold, menacing, highly sarcastic]
When the bell toll, when the chime hit deep,
Better look up your woman don't sleep.
When karma pulls up like a debt long due,
No run, no hide she’s coming for YOU.

[Pre-Outro Build]
[Snare roll building tension | Horns swelling up into a massive theatrical peak]
[Female | Building up to a petty, glorious revenge rant]
Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE!
Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE!
Curse if you must when you speak my name,
I am the reckoning I am the flame!

[Chorus]
[Full big-band explosion, roaring horns and swinging drums]
[Female | Maximum swagger, thoroughly offended, triumphant delivery]
Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE!
Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE!
Curse if you must when you speak my name,
I am the reckoning I am the flame!

[Outro]
[A sharp, brassy final chord hit, followed by a dry, sarcastic spoken sigh]
[Female | Spoken close-mic]
Tough luck, babes.
[End]

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[Intro] [Swinging cabaret piano chords | Upright bass walking a cheeky line | Brass section sneaks in] [Verse 1] [Female | Sharp, conversational London accent | Deeply annoyed, sarcastic, roll-of-the-eyes delivery] Been thinkin’, been driftin’, Mind gone missin' no patch, no fixin'. Where I been? That’s none of your biz, You don't own the breath I’m livin’ in. Where I land ain't up for debate, You showed up late, now watch your fate. You stared like you could tame what I became, Dream on. Untouchable. I am the flame. [Chorus] [Big band explosion | Punchy brass stabs and swinging drums kick hard] [Female | Sassy, theatrical belt, dripping with spiteful attitude] Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE! Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE! Curse if you must when you speak my name, I am the reckoning I am the flame! [Verse 2] [Playful horns punctuate the lines | Walking bassline tightens] [Female | Sarcastic, fed-up London cadence] You clock my stride like I’m on your screen, But my pulse don't sync to your broken machine. I’ve been erased, rewritten, filed as ‘noise’, Yet here I stand no permission, no choice. You tracked my tears, sold my pain for views, Now watch me rise with nothing to lose. You twist my story just to play your game, I twist it back I am the flame. [Chorus] [Full brass section roaring | Maximum swagger] [Female | Sassy, theatrical belt, dripping with spiteful attitude] Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE! Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE! Curse if you must when you speak my name, I am the reckoning I am the flame! [Bridge] [Music strips right back to a mocking, bouncy piano loop and a muted trumpet growl] [Female | Spoken-sung, cold, menacing, highly sarcastic] When the bell toll, when the chime hit deep, Better look up your woman don't sleep. When karma pulls up like a debt long due, No run, no hide she’s coming for YOU. [Pre-Outro Build] [Snare roll building tension | Horns swelling up into a massive theatrical peak] [Female | Building up to a petty, glorious revenge rant] Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE! Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE! Curse if you must when you speak my name, I am the reckoning I am the flame! [Chorus] [Full big-band explosion, roaring horns and swinging drums] [Female | Maximum swagger, thoroughly offended, triumphant delivery] Don't ask where I've been I don't HIDE! Wounds cut deep but I wear ‘em with PRIDE! Curse if you must when you speak my name, I am the reckoning I am the flame! [Outro] [A sharp, brassy final chord hit, followed by a dry, sarcastic spoken sigh] [Female | Spoken close-mic] Tough luck, babes. [End]

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