[Metadata] Title: Refusion Genre: Trance and Free Jazz fusion Tempo: 60-85 BPM --- [verse] We still call it the page, But paper's a thing from a bygone age. It's all those blank screens, That are haunting my dreams. [verse] I scrawl out my thoughts, but the ink rearranges, Sentences fracture, reshuffling phrases. I know what I meant, I swear that I do, But reading it back, the words shift... all askew. [verse] Sentences scatter, syntax betrays, The words portray context, but the meaning decays. What once was sharp, now slips undefined, A thought out of reach, dissolving with time. [Saxophone solo] [verse: Spoken Word, Child's Voice] Oh... "...Molasses molayed peekaboo interlude..." (reboot) Oh *(20 seconds of static whispers)* [verse][Allegro] We still call it the page, But paper's a thing from a bygone age. It's all those blank screens, That are haunting my dreams. [verse][Presto] I scrawl out my thoughts, but the ink rearranges, Sentences fracture, reshuffling phrases. I know what I meant, I swear that I do, But reading it back, the words shift... all askew. [verse][Presto] Sentences scatter, syntax betrays, The words portray context, but the meaning decays. What once was sharp, now slips undefined, A thought out of reach, dissolving with time. [end]