Power Click

Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, 116 BPM block-reunion anthem, solid kick, wide snare, warm piano, low strings, cannonading loud hooks, heavy drums under beauty, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

[Hook: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, loud, cannonading]
Power click and the block finds the key
Twelve windows open into one song for free
Dark taught us the listening, light taught us the start
Power click, one note, one heart

[Verse 2: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, cannonading, rising]
Someone upstairs was humming what someone downstairs knew
A hymn without a hymnal, a chorus without a pew
I did not start the singing, I just failed to keep it in
Voice went out the window like it had somewhere to begin
Across the street a whistle answered in a different key
Then a third voice split the difference and the night agreed
We were not rehearsing, we were starving for a sound
Three days of the quiet made a chorus of the ground

[Midturn: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, transformer click, piano alone then crash]
Warm piano holds the dark in both hands
Transformer clicks, a spark the size of plans
Solid kick and wide snare, low strings underneath
Whole block locks the note between its teeth

[Verse 3: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, cannonading, full]
Lights came up like punctuation on a sentence we had said
Every stoop a little stage and every throat a little thread
I will not pretend the dark was holy, it was hard and cold
But the click that ended it was worth its weight in gold

[Outro: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, spent joyful, warm piano rings out and fades]
Click
Key found

[End]

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[Verse 1: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, cannonading, loud, solid kick] Flashlights drawing circles on the ceiling of the hall Battery radio dying in a kitchen down the wall Kids counting constellations like the sky was newly made Grown folks learning quiet that they never would have prayed I sat out on the stoop with a candle and a coat Listening for distant engines like a sailor for a boat Missed the hum of fridges, missed the guilty little light Missed the way a block can hum when everything is right [Hook: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, loud, cannonading] Power click and the block finds the key Twelve windows open into one song for free Dark taught us the listening, light taught us the start Power click, one note, one heart [Verse 2: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, cannonading, rising] Someone upstairs was humming what someone downstairs knew A hymn without a hymnal, a chorus without a pew I did not start the singing, I just failed to keep it in Voice went out the window like it had somewhere to begin Across the street a whistle answered in a different key Then a third voice split the difference and the night agreed We were not rehearsing, we were starving for a sound Three days of the quiet made a chorus of the ground [Hook: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, loud, cannonading] Power click and the block finds the key Twelve windows open into one song for free Dark taught us the listening, light taught us the start Power click, one note, one heart [Midturn: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, transformer click, piano alone then crash] Warm piano holds the dark in both hands Transformer clicks, a spark the size of plans Solid kick and wide snare, low strings underneath Whole block locks the note between its teeth [Verse 3: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, cannonading, full] Lights came up like punctuation on a sentence we had said Every stoop a little stage and every throat a little thread I will not pretend the dark was holy, it was hard and cold But the click that ended it was worth its weight in gold [Hook: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, loud, cannonading] Power click and the block finds the key Twelve windows open into one song for free Dark taught us the listening, light taught us the start Power click, one note, one heart [Outro: Cannonading cathedral-lunged male vocalist, spent joyful, warm piano rings out and fades] Click Key found [End]

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