[Intro] [Original "Head Over Heels" piano plays clean for 4 bars, then a heavy record scratch. The pitch drops an octave into a dark, minor-key drone. Sound of Dunedin rain and a distant church bell.] [Sample - slowed/distorted]: ("Something... happens... and I'm... heels... over... head...") [Verse] The pressure like a Dunedin mist, it’s thick and it’s cold Another story of a soul that’s been bought and been sold I’m heels over head in the gutter, the winter is bleak While the demons in the Octagon are starting to speak I wanted to be in the zone, just me and the ghost Now I’m burning in the fire of the things I love most The synth isn't bright, it’s a funeral dirge At the edge of the world, on the absolute verge One shot for the panic, one line for the pride There’s nowhere for a sinner in the south to go hide I’m running down Baldwin, the incline is steep With a heart full of secrets I was never to keep [Chorus] [The beat drops heavy with a snapping snare and deep sub-bass. The piano riff becomes a sharp, staccato loop] [Sample]: (Something happens and I'm heels over head) [Vocal]: Yeah, I’m seeing blue, but I’m tasting the red [Sample]: Don't take my picture, I'm a smiling ghost [Vocal]: Just a shadow of the man that I used to be most I’m falling, I’m flying, I’m fixing the break Heels over head for my own damn sake [Verse 2] Now STOP—re-calibrate the vision, the fog is lifting I see the jagged pieces of the timeline shifting I’m surgical with bars, I’m a monk in the rain Transforming the chemical mess into the gain Like RZA in the basement, I’m master of the loop Shattering the habit with a lyrical scoop The 80s are dead, but the spirit is woke I’m rising from the ashes and the Guinness and smoke No longer a slave to the "Head over Heels" lie I’m staring at the truth in the cold southern sky The Fix is in the focus, the battle is won I’m brighter than the flash of a Polaroid camera [Chorus] [Sample]: Something happens and I'm heels over head [Vocal]: Yeah, I’m seeing blue, but I’m tasting the red [Sample]: Don't take my picture, I'm a smiling ghost [Vocal]: Just a shadow of the man that I used to be most I’m falling, I’m flying, I’m fixing the break Heels over head for my own damn sake [Outro] [The drums cut out. Only the haunting, slowed-down piano remains. High-pitched wind noise.] [Sample - Deeply pitched down]: "I... wanted... to... be... with... you..." [Voiceover - Shaolin Monk style]: "The world spins... not because you are falling... but because you are finally standing still. Exhale." [Sound of a needle lifting off a record. Silence.] [End]
