BEST ONE YET TO COME

[INTRO — 20%; glass bells, warped guitar haze, tiny ghost kick; lead center, whispers hard L/R] Every night I say— this is the one. This is the song. [glitch L→R] Then morning comes with another door. [L: “another...”] [R: “door...”] [VERSE 1 — 35%; sleepy logs, warm 808, sparse hats, ghost dembow] I swear I made my favorite song just before I went to sleep Held it like a little secret I was finally gonna keep Said— this is it I found the ceiling I found the edge of what I know Then another little melody started glowing down below And suddenly the room got wider Every ending opened softly and another world walked in [PRE — 50%; psychedelic arp rises, harmonies widen] Maybe there is no arrival Maybe there is no peak Maybe every song I finish teaches the next one how to speak [“speak” L→R→center] [CHORUS — 65%; dream-house pulse locks, amapiano logs, muted dembow ghosts, shoegaze bloom] I swear this one’s the one Then tomorrow— proves me wrong Every time I think I’ve peaked something better comes along I swear this one’s the one Till the next one wakes me up Maybe there is no best song— the best is yet to come [POST — chopped vocal ghosts orbit] Not done... [L: “one more...”] [R: “one more...”] Not done. [VERSE 2 — 55%; stranger ghost-glitch reggaetón, warped percussion, sparse trap hats] Yesterday I found religion in a bassline and a chord Today I bent the rhythm sideways just to see what it was for Put a dream inside a kick drum put some fog behind the snare Let the guitar melt through heaven then pretended I planned it there And I’ll say— this one’s different this one’s mine Like I didn’t say the exact same thing about the last five [PRE 2 — 60%; detuned bells, liquid synths, widening stereo] Maybe that’s the beauty Maybe that’s the game You never really finish growing you just give the feeling another name [REALITY BREAK — stereo vacuum, reverse impact] The best— is yet— to— [silence] come. [warped sub blooms] [BRIDGE / ROLL CALL — 30%; nearly stripped, heartbeat pulse, each name in a different stereo pocket] Esmè— always outdoing herself every damn day like yesterday was just the warm-up Mr MEOW— got the trap game by the neck every beat coming in like knives PK— those mixes make you float like gravity forgot the assignment TimeZen and Dusta— lyrics lush lyrics deep the kind that leave something growing underneath [BUILD — 45%; kick and logs return slowly] LUNA— Mai— Nath— misbehaving with rhythm and flow bending the pocket breaking the pattern Stace— rock and folk running through the bones lyrics that make you stop sit with it and think for sure [tape stop] And that’s still only a handful— wayyyyy too manyyyyy more [L: “all the time...”] [R: “still more...”] And somehow— the best is still yet to come. [“come” hangs; reverse guitar tail sweeps wide] [BUILD CONTINUES — 58%; dry close-mic at first, then heartbeat, sub, logs and arp layer in] But maybe that’s the point. My Suno fam is too big too strange too talented too alive for one little verse. Making weird shit beautiful shit honest shit songs that make you stop turn around and play them again [FINAL LIFT — 85%; widest celestial groove, dream-house pulse, full logs, ghost dembow, warm 808, trance arps, shoegaze bloom] And here’s to the people I haven’t even come across yet somewhere outside my little orbit making something right now that someday I’ll hear and think— where the hell have you been? [L: “where were you...”] [R: “this whole time...”] To the songs still waiting for my ears the voices I haven’t recognized yet the strange minds I haven’t met already becoming somebody’s favorite Maybe mine tomorrow [FINAL REFRAIN — 80%; groove slowly dissolves, harmonies wide] Maybe none of us have a best song— the best is yet to come [L: “not done...”] [R: “not done...”] [OUTRO — 25%→0%; drums peel away, bells orbit, guitar melts] Somewhere someone’s making their best song yet And somewhere else— someone’s already making the next one better [soft laugh] So maybe there is no best Maybe there’s only— next. [L: “next...”] [R: “next...”] The best is yet to come. [final bell orbit → silence]