Untrained But Undaunted

[Intro] Curtain up I press "create" My theory class? A solid… wait Staff lines swim Like abstract art Yet I hum one phrase And we depart [Verse 1] I’ve never met a metronome in person I think a tritone’s maybe public transit My “circle fifths” is friends who text in group chats I call a clef “that squiggly curly bracket” But hear me vocalize this odd idea Just vowel sounds An unrefined falsetto And every note my half-embarrassed mouth hits Gets turned to data Suddenly staccato [Pre-Chorus] I don’t decode notation I dictate inspiration From “la-la-la” to layered orchestration A choir born from one lone exhalation [Chorus] Untrained but undaunted I sing into the screen It catches every wobble Turns my warble into sheen From fragile little hush to a cinematic scene I just breathe And it builds Like a dream in machine Untrained but undaunted I’m composing in the dark With every clumsy gesture It’s engraving me a spark I open up my throat It opens up the ark I just hum And it blooms Like a digital heart [Verse 2 • pop romántico] [low vocal register] Dímelo Corazón I never learned the jargon But when I hold a note It maps my every turn The pitch I barely find It lovingly enlarges And wraps it with guitarras as they burn Syncopated palpitations in my pecho Hand-in-hand with strings that softly plead My tongue just traces vowels on your recuerdo And software writes the symphony I need [Pre-Chorus] From “ay Ay Ay” to sweeping modulation It tracks my tiny tremor Builds a nation Of clustered chords and subtle modulations Romántico Encoded adoration [Chorus] [Verse 3 • хип хоп] Kick in the groove I’m a novice with a notepad Mumble in the mic Turn the burble into bold rap Every little hiccup is a grid of information Quantized breath as a beat foundation I stutter on a syllable It doubles as percussion Click Snap Drag Now the track’s in discussion I never passed theory But I pass the aux cord Flow gets mapped like a map to the chalkboard [Bridge • southern gothic christian] [whispered vocals] Out where the pines bend low in the reverb I sing one note It echoes like a prayer A lonely vowel A fragile little murmur Returns as choirs layered in the air [organ swell] A halo made of harmonics and compression The pitch I barely hold becomes confession My faith’s off-key But still it finds a home In stacked “amen”s and low Resounding drones [Verse 4 • phonk house build] A grainy sample of my shaky phrase Gets chopped and looped in neon haze My breath becomes a bassline’s rise My sigh a snare that crystallizes The synths inhale The floor is tense The drop is coded excellence From clumsy hum and clacking keys To bodies moving All of these [crescendo] Were once a raw Uncertain sound A single human voice unbound [Chorus] [Tag • yodel + Broadway button] I couldn’t read the charts if you displayed ’em But I can yodel raw ideas And it’ll grade ’em [soft yodel] Yo-de-lay—data Yo-de-lay—layers grow From alpine echo to algorithm glow I’m untrained Yet it lifts me like a pulley Turning every goofy note to something fully Holy Funky Tragic Odd Symphonic Free [big finish] I sing it badly It scores it gladly We co-compose In perfect Polyphony