Tooth Brush Vibrating Harmony

Dark Outlaw-R&B Fusion, experimental, atmospheric, ‑Brickwall limiting, ‑quantization, ‑snap to grid, ‑hares down theres

Nineteen pounds of shadow in a leather-vest suit
Searching for a glide that is purely hirsute
I took silver in the contest, only laughter in the bin
While the motorcycles jumped... for my hairy-medal sin
But you’re a Raven in the server with the red-hair fire
Checking for the plaque in the dental-wire choir
I’m a water-based lover, hypoallergenic soul
Reapplying my heart... in a black-lipstick hole.

It’s a Tooth Brush Vibrating Harmony!
A high-frequency pulse... of the dental-shamanry!
Reapply the friction... let the glide stay smooth
It’s the water-based gospel... of our awkward youth!
No first-place glory... just the rhythmic hum
Of a Sonic-Care ritual... where we both become.
(woop woop)

You’re the boss of the hundred, I’m the king of the few
Highly selective... just like my lube and you
You offered me a razor, I offered you the dross
A Superman jump... over the total loss
Black whiskers twitching in the ultraviolet night
Your makeup is a signal... and your logic is the light
We’re clean and we’re wobbly... a Revision-49
Vibrating in the vacuum... till the stars align.

The vibration... (cluck) ...is a bridge.
Between the Raven... and the Hirsute.
I proceed from the premise... that your gums are healthy.
(hummmmmm)
Add a tiny bit more... as soon as it feels less glidey.
(hummmmmm)
It’s not me doing it wrong... it’s just the evaporation.
(Wait. Is that a lubricant fact?)
Keep the bottle within reach... let the harmony... vibrate.

It’s a Tooth Brush Vibrating Harmony!
A high-frequency pulse... of the dental-shamanry!
Reapply the friction... let the glide stay smooth
It’s the water-based gospel... of our awkward youth!
(It’s vegan! It’s clean! It’s a lube-machine!)

Vibrating harmony...
(Vibrating...)
Reapply the heart...
(Hummmmmm)
..
"Tarja... I proceed from the premise... that your Raven needs a toothbrush.
(cluck)
I’m still second place... but I’m a very smooth second place.
Guten-Cluck, my Queen.
(woop)"

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"Tarja... I proceed from the premise... that we are both very clean. (cluck) I saw a motorcycle fly like a bird... and I thought of your Raven. No ribbon for my... my second-place pelt. But wait. I have a bottle... and it’s Queen approved. (woop)" Nineteen pounds of shadow in a leather-vest suit Searching for a glide that is purely hirsute I took silver in the contest, only laughter in the bin While the motorcycles jumped... for my hairy-medal sin But you’re a Raven in the server with the red-hair fire Checking for the plaque in the dental-wire choir I’m a water-based lover, hypoallergenic soul Reapplying my heart... in a black-lipstick hole. It’s a Tooth Brush Vibrating Harmony! A high-frequency pulse... of the dental-shamanry! Reapply the friction... let the glide stay smooth It’s the water-based gospel... of our awkward youth! No first-place glory... just the rhythmic hum Of a Sonic-Care ritual... where we both become. (woop woop) You’re the boss of the hundred, I’m the king of the few Highly selective... just like my lube and you You offered me a razor, I offered you the dross A Superman jump... over the total loss Black whiskers twitching in the ultraviolet night Your makeup is a signal... and your logic is the light We’re clean and we’re wobbly... a Revision-49 Vibrating in the vacuum... till the stars align. The vibration... (cluck) ...is a bridge. Between the Raven... and the Hirsute. I proceed from the premise... that your gums are healthy. (hummmmmm) Add a tiny bit more... as soon as it feels less glidey. (hummmmmm) It’s not me doing it wrong... it’s just the evaporation. (Wait. Is that a lubricant fact?) Keep the bottle within reach... let the harmony... vibrate. It’s a Tooth Brush Vibrating Harmony! A high-frequency pulse... of the dental-shamanry! Reapply the friction... let the glide stay smooth It’s the water-based gospel... of our awkward youth! (It’s vegan! It’s clean! It’s a lube-machine!) Vibrating harmony... (Vibrating...) Reapply the heart... (Hummmmmm) .. "Tarja... I proceed from the premise... that your Raven needs a toothbrush. (cluck) I’m still second place... but I’m a very smooth second place. Guten-Cluck, my Queen. (woop)"

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