Don't Make It Weird

Chloe Quinn [Intro — bright acoustic guitar, piano] Okay. That was good. Like... really good. But before ya start talking about “two souls beneath one moon” or whatever— Don't. [Verse 1] We found a sound between us, Something neither had alone, Little ancient in me vowels, Little gravel in me tone. Ya slipped beneath the harmony, I carried us up high, And somewhere in the middle We made something neither tried. Beautiful. Unexpected. Maybe even kinda deep. But if ya call it sacred communion, Child, I swear to God— [Chorus] Don't make it weird! We sang a song together! Don't start carving bloody symbols Saying we're entwined forever! Don't make it weird! It was harmony, that's all! Very complicated harmony With an ancient witch involved. Maybe little less you, Little less me sounded good. Maybe we can do it twice— Actually, I think we should. But whatever this becomes, There's one rule that's staying clear: I kinda like us singing. So don't make it weird. [Verse 2] No “our spirits have converged now.” No “the vessel knows the flame.” And please stop saying vessel. This vessel has a name. No candles are required. No ritual robes backstage. No ravens in the studio— [pause] Actually... One raven might be great. But that's branding. Different thing. See? This is why we need rules. You've spent a thousand years being cryptic. I've spent nineteen avoiding fools. [Chorus] So don't make it weird! We found a groove together! Yer ancient Irish funeral thing Made my chorus sound much better. Don't make it weird! I admit yer fiddle slapped. And that low note underneath me— Yeah. We're definitely keeping that. Bring yer centuries of sorrow. I'll bring three chords and a beat. We'll meet somewhere in the middle And make both sound pretty sweet. But don't whisper “destiny” Every time I engineer— Something cool happened. Don't make it weird. [Verse 3 — music begins darkening] Though... There's something in the way ya sing That settles in me chest. Like hearing some forgotten tune Me bones remember best. And when I take the melody, I feel ya underneath, Not controlling. Not possessing. Just another way to breathe. And maybe that's a little weird. [spoken] Fine. It's quite weird. But weird isn't always frightening. I've learned that much at least. Sometimes strange is just a doorway To a thing ya haven't seen. [Pre-Chorus — Morrigan's musical influence growing] So bring that old song back again. The one behind me voice. But remember— Sharing means We both get a choice. [Bridge — grunge Celtic dirge takes over] Sing yer mourning. I'll sing hope. Bring the darkness. I'll bring jokes. Bring the centuries ya carried Like a millstone on yer soul. I'll bring mornings. I'll bring Leaf. I'll bring Bark asleep beneath A pile of pages covered In the songs we haven't sung. And if yer ancient heart remembers Something beautiful and old, Put it here. I'll hold the melody. We'll see where the bloody thing goes. [Final Chorus — Chloe pop and Celtic grunge fully fused] BUT DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD! [ancient harmony underneath] Too late, child... Oh, shut up! Don't make it weird! We're just two girls making music— [pause] Okay, one's technically an ancient spirit. That sentence did not help. DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD! Turn the bloody guitars up! Get that fiddle screaming with me! Let the bodhrán shake the room! Little less you! Little less me! Little more us again! Maybe somewhere in that noise We find out where one voice begins! I don't need to understand it. I don't need to name it, dear. Sometimes something can be beautiful Without explaining why it's here. So sing with me. Stay beside me. Bring whatever you've got near. I think I like sharing me voice with ya. Just— Don't make it weird. [Outro — everything abruptly drops to acoustic guitar] That was fun. [quiet echo] Sacred communion. Oh, fuck off. [faint laughter] ...was that you laughing? [pause] Okay. That's new. Don't make that weird either.