Crown of Static| A Sinister Sister Creative Production

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experimental club, cinematic, glitch

V6-MINI

[INTRO | whispered, almost conversational]

Don't look at me like that...

I know.

You felt it too.

That little shift in the room
when I walked in.

(low breath)

That's not confidence.

That's recognition.

[beat enters: single sub pulse]

I don't wear a crown.

I make the room
bend around my head.

(whispered ad-lib: “Watch.”)

[VERSE 1 | dry rhythmic rap, restrained]

Black dress, bad habit, lipstick like a warning,
Three missed calls, still nobody gets ignored me.
Walk in late, let the silence introduce me,
Everybody staring like they already knew me.

I got old ghosts sleeping underneath my jewelry,
Little bit of heaven with a dangerous tendency.
I don't chase rooms, baby, rooms chase me,
I leave fingerprints where your memory used to be.

No gold on my neck, still I'm shining obscene,
Got a graveyard heart and a magazine dream.
You can call me trouble, you can call me strange,
I've been called worse by people scared of change.

(breathy ad-lib)
“That's cute.”

I don't need permission.

I need volume.

[PRE-HOOK | melody begins climbing]

Turn it up...

Let the floor shake.

Turn it up...

Let the pretty things break.

I came in quiet
but I don't leave that way.

(whisper)
No, no...

[CHORUS | explosive, melodic, chantable]

I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC
LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH
I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC
WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME

I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD
I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME
I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING
YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME

(HEY!)
LOOK AT ME NOW

CROWN MADE OF STATIC
AND IT'S BUZZING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN

(whispered underneath)
Still want some?

[POST-CHORUS | chopped vocal rhythm]

Static.

Crown on.

Lights out.

Static.

Don't blink.

Don't look away.

(distorted whisper)
“Too late.”

[VERSE 2 | heavier rap, more swagger]

I learned how to dance with the knife in the drawer,
Learned how to smile when they asked me for more.
Learned every locked door got a weakness somewhere,
Every little nightmare leaves perfume in the air.

Now I'm walking through the wreckage like a runway,
Pretty little apocalypse in a bouquet.
You brought your rules?

Baby, that's adorable.

I brought a match
and an architectural floor plan.

(laughing breath)

I don't do revenge.

I do renovations.

Take the old version of me
out of the foundation.

Put my name in the walls.

Put my pulse in the basement.

Make the whole damn building
remember who made it.

(ad-lib)
“Me.”

Yeah.

Me.

[PRE-HOOK | increasingly melodic]

Turn it up...

Let the floor shake.

Turn it up...

Let the pretty things break.

You wanted the girl
who'd disappear someday.

(pause)

She's standing right here.

And she's not going away.

[CHORUS | bigger]

I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC
LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH
I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC
WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME

I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD
I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME
I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING
YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME

(HEY!)
LOOK AT ME NOW

CROWN MADE OF STATIC
AND IT'S BUZZING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN

(layered whispers)
Don't touch.
Don't blink.
Don't look away.

[RAP BREAKDOWN | drums become skeletal]

Okay.

Let's count the receipts.

One for every time I was underestimated.

Two for every door
that closed itself.

Three for every little voice saying,

“You're too much.”

(beat)

Baby...

I am exactly enough
to ruin your expectations.

I got eight legs on the ceiling,
eight thoughts in rotation,
one black heart
with excellent communication.

I talk to my shadows.

They talk back.

We have meetings.

They're very productive.

(tiny laugh)

I don't need a therapist.

I need a bigger room.

(bass slam)

MOVE.

[BRIDGE | nearly everything drops out]

Now...

Take away the lights.

Take away the bass.

Take away the people
telling you who you're supposed to be.

What's left?

(heartbeat sub)

Me.

You.

The ugly little truth
underneath the makeup.

(soft soprano)

I was never hungry for the crown...

I was hungry
to stop disappearing.

(whisper)

So I stayed.

I grew teeth.

I learned my name.

And now...

I answer when it's called.

[BUILD | whispered layers increasing]

My name...

(sub rises)

Say it.

(beat)

SINISTER SISTER.

(silence)

[FINAL CHORUS | maximum energy]

I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC
LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH
I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC
WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME

I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD
I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME
I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING
YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME

LOOK AT ME NOW!

(HEY!)

LOOK AT ME NOW!

(HEY!)

LOOK AT ME NOW!

YOU CAN'T TURN ME DOWN!

CROWN MADE OF STATIC
CROWN MADE OF STATIC
CROWN MADE OF STATIC

(layered soprano)
Static in my blood
Static in my bones
Static in the walls
Static in my throne

[OUTRO | beat continues, increasingly distorted]

I don't wear a crown.

(bass pulse)

I generate one.

(kick)

I don't need your light.

(kick)

I learned how to glow
in the dark.

(full beat)

CROWN.

OF.

STATIC.

(final whispered ad-lib)

Good girl.

Bad idea.

Lights out.

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[INTRO | whispered, almost conversational] Don't look at me like that... I know. You felt it too. That little shift in the room when I walked in. (low breath) That's not confidence. That's recognition. [beat enters: single sub pulse] I don't wear a crown. I make the room bend around my head. (whispered ad-lib: “Watch.”) [VERSE 1 | dry rhythmic rap, restrained] Black dress, bad habit, lipstick like a warning, Three missed calls, still nobody gets ignored me. Walk in late, let the silence introduce me, Everybody staring like they already knew me. I got old ghosts sleeping underneath my jewelry, Little bit of heaven with a dangerous tendency. I don't chase rooms, baby, rooms chase me, I leave fingerprints where your memory used to be. No gold on my neck, still I'm shining obscene, Got a graveyard heart and a magazine dream. You can call me trouble, you can call me strange, I've been called worse by people scared of change. (breathy ad-lib) “That's cute.” I don't need permission. I need volume. [PRE-HOOK | melody begins climbing] Turn it up... Let the floor shake. Turn it up... Let the pretty things break. I came in quiet but I don't leave that way. (whisper) No, no... [CHORUS | explosive, melodic, chantable] I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW CROWN MADE OF STATIC AND IT'S BUZZING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN (whispered underneath) Still want some? [POST-CHORUS | chopped vocal rhythm] Static. Static. Crown on. Lights out. Static. Static. Don't blink. Don't look away. (distorted whisper) “Too late.” [VERSE 2 | heavier rap, more swagger] I learned how to dance with the knife in the drawer, Learned how to smile when they asked me for more. Learned every locked door got a weakness somewhere, Every little nightmare leaves perfume in the air. Now I'm walking through the wreckage like a runway, Pretty little apocalypse in a bouquet. You brought your rules? Baby, that's adorable. I brought a match and an architectural floor plan. (laughing breath) I don't do revenge. I do renovations. Take the old version of me out of the foundation. Put my name in the walls. Put my pulse in the basement. Make the whole damn building remember who made it. (ad-lib) “Me.” Yeah. Me. [PRE-HOOK | increasingly melodic] Turn it up... Let the floor shake. Turn it up... Let the pretty things break. You wanted the girl who'd disappear someday. (pause) She's standing right here. And she's not going away. [CHORUS | bigger] I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW CROWN MADE OF STATIC AND IT'S BUZZING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN (layered whispers) Don't touch. Don't blink. Don't look away. [RAP BREAKDOWN | drums become skeletal] Okay. Let's count the receipts. One for every time I was underestimated. Two for every door that closed itself. Three for every little voice saying, “You're too much.” (beat) Baby... I am exactly enough to ruin your expectations. I got eight legs on the ceiling, eight thoughts in rotation, one black heart with excellent communication. I talk to my shadows. They talk back. We have meetings. They're very productive. (tiny laugh) I don't need a therapist. I need a bigger room. (bass slam) MOVE. [BRIDGE | nearly everything drops out] Now... Take away the lights. Take away the bass. Take away the people telling you who you're supposed to be. What's left? (heartbeat sub) Me. You. The ugly little truth underneath the makeup. (soft soprano) I was never hungry for the crown... I was hungry to stop disappearing. (whisper) So I stayed. I grew teeth. I learned my name. And now... I answer when it's called. [BUILD | whispered layers increasing] My name... My name... My name... (sub rises) Say it. (beat) SINISTER SISTER. (silence) [FINAL CHORUS | maximum energy] I GOT A CROWN MADE OF STATIC LIGHTNING IN MY TEETH I LOOK A LITTLE MAGIC WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO ME I DON'T NEED YOUR GOLD I DON'T NEED YOUR NAME I BUILT THIS THRONE FROM EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WOULD BREAK ME LOOK AT ME NOW! (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW! (HEY!) LOOK AT ME NOW! YOU CAN'T TURN ME DOWN! CROWN MADE OF STATIC CROWN MADE OF STATIC CROWN MADE OF STATIC (layered soprano) Static in my blood Static in my bones Static in the walls Static in my throne [OUTRO | beat continues, increasingly distorted] I don't wear a crown. (bass pulse) I generate one. (kick) I don't need your light. (kick) I learned how to glow in the dark. (full beat) CROWN. OF. STATIC. (final whispered ad-lib) Good girl. Bad idea. Lights out.

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