Not Bloody Likely (Funky Future‑Medieval Entrante Mix)

[Verse 1] Evening traffic, lamps like pearls, March air cold, the flag unfurls. Leather seats and practiced calm, Routine wrapped in royal balm. A man steps out, a metal sound, The car is stopped, the world is round. Assumptions click, the script is set, Fear is the currency he’s betting. [Pre-Chorus] He thinks the threat completes the deal, That shock is all you need to steal. History leans the other way— Some games collapse if you don’t play. [Chorus] Not bloody likely. No raised voice, no scene. Not bloody likely. You’ve misread the queen. Not bloody likely. This isn’t how it goes. I’m still here. And now you know. [Verse 2] Glass is cracked, a man goes down, A passerby from further town. No speech prepared, no coded plea, Just presence, sharp sobriety. No bargaining, no hero pose, No trembling hands, no staged repose. A door stays shut. A line is drawn. The power drains. The spell is gone. [Pre-Chorus] You brought a plan that needs consent, A role I never represent. Force is loud, but fragile too— It only works if I join you. [Chorus] Not bloody likely. Said once, said clear. Not bloody likely. Nothing to fear. Not bloody likely. The threat expired. The moment broke. The script misfired. [Bridge] Most things don’t run on guns or law, But quiet rules we never saw. The lie is thin, the truth is plain: Compliance oils the whole machine. Withdraw the oil. Let it grind. Watch certainty fall behind. [Verse 3] Later they’ll call it courage, nerve, Put medals where the facts deserve. But it wasn’t fire, rage, or might— Just refusing to make it right. No counter-move, no clever play, Just standing still in the wrong way. The oldest power, rarely tried: Not moving when they say “comply.” [Final Chorus] Not bloody likely. Still rings today. Not bloody likely. I decline the play. Not bloody likely. No drama, no reply. Just a fact, Delivered dry. [Outro] Some stories shout. This one stays. A closed door. And better days.