Shambolic Softness B Side

Hazy chillsynth ballad with male vocals; woozy detuned pads and a dusty drum machine pulse under close-mic, almost whispered verses, Chorus blooms with stacked, choir-like harmonies and a gliding synth lead, Reverb-smeared claps and subtle sub swells build tension, then everything drops to a bare drone and heartbeat kick on the final release, choral

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[Verse 1] You trace the air Just above my skin Half a laugh caught Nowhere to begin Breath hitching In the almost-contact glow Every tiny hair awake Waiting for the blow [Chorus] It’s the anticipation of the tickling touch Every nerve on a trembling crutch Overwhelming softness Right on the brink I don’t move I don’t dare blink Then the wave runs down my spine Shakes me loose from the straightest line Til I’m falling Falling into peace Relief and release Relief and release [Verse 2] Your fingers drift Missing me on purpose I’m a live wire Under thin-skin circus Shambolic singer Mouth too dry to sing So I hum that crooked note As your hands take wing [Chorus] It’s the anticipation of the tickling touch Every nerve on a trembling crutch Overwhelming softness Right on the brink I don’t move I don’t dare blink Then the wave runs down my spine Shakes me loose from the straightest line Til I’m falling Falling into peace Relief and release Relief and release (oh)

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