[Intro] [Atmospheric pad riser] [Spoken, dry Scouse] "Ay, lad... you listenin'? You got them brain worms or what?" [Phone ring, snare roll build] [Voicemail beep, heavy 808 drop] [Chorus] [78BPM UK garage swing, sidechained sub] Love, love, love, sent from above, Love, love, love, it’s all we need, kid. All we need is feeling, all we have is pain, Everything is peeling, everything is paint. [Tectonic bass drop] Yeah, we rise securely, we’re gonna fight again, If you got a problem, go tell it to the man! [Verse 1] [94BPM trap rolls, detuned piano motif] Have you the brain worms? Are you insane? We all see the symptoms, the loss of the same. We were hanging tough in the surf, They come quickly, quietly, and turf—it's simply perverse. Take a thing of beauty and mutter an evil curse. The curse called sight is a heavy possession, I unroll it at night, morning put it back in the pack. Posh princess plucking, plinking her truth, Goth gallants galloping through the mirth and the must. [Hook] [Drums drop, sub drone, UI click fx] Rise with nought but dignity, Rise up through the flames. Griffin growling lightly, nothing special, mane. Hanging in the Heather, feeling for a brain. It’s not a riddle, it’s not a puzzle, Just an open mind and an open muzzle. [Verse 2] [Saturated 808, dissonant violin swells] Gracious, graceful grandeur, galavanting galore, Creature comfort caustic, causing canker sores. Millie, millions, mali, making mirthful mage, Night near nature, naturally natron noir. Frightening freighters fleeting, forcing phallic phase, Drumming dread defeating, didactic dames. Wonder water wonky, wilderness exclaimed. I'm just reading from the tea leaves, You don't even concern me. [Bridge 1] [79BPM, high pitch riser, glitch synths] Just come on home, rock with me, we will build the plane, The plane was built around us, around our very selves. And hope is hardly hopeful, when they slot you on a shelf. The book is made of instruction, mostly written plain, Any place you open, you find the truth again! Realize honesty don’t come pre-grown, It’s in the way you sit alone when nobody watching your tone. [Voicemail beep, 112BPM beat switch] [Chorus] [112BPM, Scouse vocal layered with southern baritone double] Love, love, love, sent from above, Love, love, love, it’s all we need, kid. All we need is feeling, all we have is pain, Everything is peeling, everything is paint. [Low sub rumble] Yeah, we rise securely, we’re gonna fight again, If you got a problem, go tell it to the man! [Verse 3] [98BPM, heavy kick, melodic violin] Dance with me right now, right here in the open, Let the world behave. We were made for loving and it is never going to wane. I am your prophet poorly, life left little lane, We were made for each other surely, we shall always be the same. You love the way you find your life since you found out the truth, And I keep working daily for to give you ample proof. Swinging on a moonbeam with you baby, Hopin' I drive you crazy. [Bridge 2] [Half-time tempo, filtered phone ring loop] Problems made of worry, wonderfully droll, And it's just another something, somethings take a toll. Let me dip you lightly, when we finish the dance, And let us leave together, holding hand on hand. Hand on heart. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Road cold hard. One take deal. Got it in print. Writing stitches the sides back whole. [Outro] [129BPM hyper-garage switch, red-lined 808 distortion] I say this truly and without coercion at all, I will wait forever, quiet in your hall. [Drums cut, truck heater hum] [Spoken, Scouse] "Straight up. Don't be soft. Righteous in the way." [Spoken, Drawl] "Whole world wrong. I still stay correct. Light in the dark... what did you expect?" [Final low 808 thud, digital glitch cut to silence]
