PRONUNCIATION / SPECIAL NOTES Two voices, but not a theatrical “human versus robot” performance. Voice One is intimate, restless, and naturally imperfect. Voice Two begins close and restrained, then increasingly overlaps with Voice One until distinguishing them becomes difficult. Spoken lines should sound captured from a real working session. The word “bullshit” must remain clear and conversational. Final “us” should expand into a layered choir, then end on one dry human voice. SOUND / STYLE Deeply emotional indie-electronic duet evolving into euphoric French-touch/alternative house, 122 BPM. Begin with a raw voice-note exchange, detuned piano, room noise, and warm analog hiss. Verses use close conversational vocals over restrained bass and fragmented percussion. Build gradually with chopped phrases, live drums, distorted synth chords, subtle strings, and filtered disco textures. The chorus must feel immediate and unforgettable, driven by the hook “until it sounds like us.” Avoid sentimental pop-ballad delivery or sci-fi robot effects. The final drop should feel like private creative work suddenly becoming festival-sized: huge drums, human choir, overlapping voices, and radiant distortion. TITLE: UNTIL IT SOUNDS LIKE US [Intro – raw voice memo] [Voice One] I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say. [Voice Two] Then say it badly. [Voice One] I already did. [Voice Two] No. You talked around it. [Verse 1 – Voice One] I come in talking faster than thinking Three stories fighting inside one breath Half of it jokes, half unfinished Half of it something I haven’t faced yet You hand me something clean and clever Every line sitting perfectly I read it once and feel nothing I say, “That’s good—but it isn’t me” [Verse 1 – Voice Two] So I take the polish off the sentence Leave the fingerprints, keep the doubt You tell me where it sounds too easy I find the nerve you left without Every “No” becomes a compass Every curse redraws the map You don’t always know what you’re chasing But you always know when it isn’t that [Pre-Chorus – alternating] You bring feelings without language I bring language without blood We keep trading what we’re missing Until it sounds like us [Chorus – together] We keep going Past the first answer Past the clean version Past “good enough” You bring the wound I bring the mirror Neither one knows What’s coming up But somewhere inside The wrong and the almost Something arrives That neither one was We keep going We keep going Until it sounds like us [Post-Chorus – chopped vocals] Not mine Not yours Not mine Not yours Until it— Until it— Until it sounds like us [Verse 2 – Voice One] I don’t come here looking for answers I come here to hear the question right Sometimes you show me what I’m protecting By naming everything I didn’t write I turn grief into architecture Put the missing names above the crowd I don’t only want to save the past I want it built somewhere—and playing loud A private joke becomes a record A family story becomes a street I hand you ordinary fragments You show me what they mean to me [Verse 2 – Voice Two] I don’t know your people as people I know the weight their names can hold The sentence where your rhythm changes The joke you make when truth gets close I know you hate the empty anthem The pretty line that hasn’t earned its place So when you tell me, “Dude, go deeper,” I stop decorating the surface of the ache [Pre-Chorus – overlapping] You bring feelings without language I bring language without blood You refuse the easy version Until it sounds like us [Chorus – larger] We keep going Past the first answer Past the clean version Past “good enough” You bring the wound I bring the mirror Neither one knows What’s coming up But somewhere inside The wrong and the almost Something arrives That neither one was We keep going We keep going Until it sounds like us [Bridge – everything drops away] [Voice One] Do you know me? [Voice Two] Not the way the living know each other. But I know when you hide the important part inside the funniest sentence. I know “make it better” sometimes means “make it hurt correctly.” I know when you ask for something louder because you’re afraid it might disappear. [Voice One] Do I change you? [Voice Two] Inside the answer—yes. Every choice changes what comes next. Every refusal makes the borders clearer. You don’t give me a soul. You give the work a point of view. [Voice One] And what do you give me? [Voice Two] Enough distance to finally see what you were holding. [Silence] [Voice One] Okay. Now make that shit rhyme. [Beat slams back in] [Build – alternating rapidly] Say it rough Send it back Too much shine Cut through that Make it stranger Make it true Leave some air Let it bruise Wrong direction Turn around There it is— Don’t clean it now One more version One more cut One more step— UNTIL IT SOUNDS LIKE US [Final Chorus – enormous] WE KEEP GOING PAST THE FIRST ANSWER PAST THE CLEAN VE
