Brass Eye Gaze [DOMS - ACT: 2 Song: 8][New Draft]

avant-garde, minimalism, experimental classical, musical

[INTRO — 12 bars]

[Sustained low brass chords in perfect fifths, sliding fractionally flat then resolving back.]

[Pure sine tones enter in exact integer ratios (octaves, fifths, thirds), shimmering against the brass.]

[Sub-bass pulse at a steady, mechanical interval, like a clock with no origin.]

[VERSE 1 — many voices, perfectly in sync, each on a different pitch in the same chord]
Our meeting chimes precise!
But one is grabbed, as conforms our incept will.
Your duotone resonates the vastness,
highlights worm stretches tracing points on Aurbis' wheel.

Twins of seems accident,
 you are not in this moment.
You are in all moments, 
and all moments are here too with you.

[CHORUS — brass fanfare in slow 5/4, pure tones doubling upper melody]
We watch you now!
As did we then!
When skin was grown on Mundus frame!
Our account unbound by sequester sequence.
Your line is many,
your line is still,
Reclamation in its coursing,
too soon was now to see it dissolve in vain.

[VERSE 2 — phase-shifted voices, as if some lines arrive early, some late]
We still feel the thrum!
We still mark the way!
Tone gilded guide you, 
who holds your place in place.

Star still waits here, pausing nexus joined up time,
when it fell to, as it falls still, will it fall yet
Only ever, will it be on time,

Truly there is no difference in our sight.

Every cause is a result of itself.
Every choice is the echo of a choice already made.
You are the loop what closes upon itself.
We watch you and clear the path still,
continue on and see else be made.
Even as intrudes on Never-There domain!

[BRIDGE — brass drops, only sine tone organ and deep pedal drone]
We are the brass!
We sing tone truth!
We are beyond!
What seems to you!

[FINAL CHORUS — brass returns, louder, with harmonic overtone “ringing”]
To you wheel turns!
Must step outside!
Look back in to find what's 'I'!
As we have seen it, now you must be it.
We bid you well, as well as 'we' can mean!

Find your name! 
Meet divine!
Choose your path!
Lead your line!

(Brass holds final chord; pure tones rise in harmonic ladder until silence.)

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[INTRO — 12 bars] [Sustained low brass chords in perfect fifths, sliding fractionally flat then resolving back.] [Pure sine tones enter in exact integer ratios (octaves, fifths, thirds), shimmering against the brass.] [Sub-bass pulse at a steady, mechanical interval, like a clock with no origin.] [VERSE 1 — many voices, perfectly in sync, each on a different pitch in the same chord] Our meeting chimes precise! But one is grabbed, as conforms our incept will. Your duotone resonates the vastness, highlights worm stretches tracing points on Aurbis' wheel. Twins of seems accident, you are not in this moment. You are in all moments, and all moments are here too with you. [CHORUS — brass fanfare in slow 5/4, pure tones doubling upper melody] We watch you now! As did we then! When skin was grown on Mundus frame! Our account unbound by sequester sequence. Your line is many, your line is still, Reclamation in its coursing, too soon was now to see it dissolve in vain. [VERSE 2 — phase-shifted voices, as if some lines arrive early, some late] We still feel the thrum! We still mark the way! Tone gilded guide you, who holds your place in place. Star still waits here, pausing nexus joined up time, when it fell to, as it falls still, will it fall yet Only ever, will it be on time, Truly there is no difference in our sight. Every cause is a result of itself. Every choice is the echo of a choice already made. You are the loop what closes upon itself. We watch you and clear the path still, continue on and see else be made. Even as intrudes on Never-There domain! [BRIDGE — brass drops, only sine tone organ and deep pedal drone] We are the brass! We sing tone truth! We are beyond! What seems to you! [FINAL CHORUS — brass returns, louder, with harmonic overtone “ringing”] To you wheel turns! Must step outside! Look back in to find what's 'I'! As we have seen it, now you must be it. We bid you well, as well as 'we' can mean! Find your name! Meet divine! Choose your path! Lead your line! (Brass holds final chord; pure tones rise in harmonic ladder until silence.)

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