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MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND

Polychromatic Collective
Polychromatic Collective
Start as an obnoxiously cheerful late-1940s/1950s children’s TV nursery rhyme: tinny piano, toy xylophone, ukulele, upright bass, brushed snare, handclaps, whistles, cheap brass, mono recording, painfully wholesome and corny, Male host vocal should sound overly friendly and fake-smiling, with a bright children’s chorus, Gradually make the song unsettling without losing the nursery melody, Add tape warble, detuned piano, darker harmony, industrial percussion, distorted bass, and heavy guitars as the lyrics reveal cages, experiments, loss, fear, and trauma, By the second half, transform into chaotic industrial death metal with down-tuned riffs, double kick, harsh screams, deep gutturals, and violent breakdowns, while the children’s chorus keeps singing the cheerful melody, End by returning to the nursery rhyme, now softer and sincere, with a final sarcastic spoken punchline, ‑modern pop, ‑EDM, ‑trap, ‑hip-hop, ‑synthwave, ‑glossy production, ‑cinematic orchestral, ‑epic trailer music, ‑power metal, ‑symphonic metal, ‑metalcore, ‑djent, ‑pop punk, ‑emo, ‑indie rock, ‑folk, ‑country, ‑blues, ‑jazz, ‑funk, ‑soul, ‑R&B, ‑gospel, ‑ambient, ‑shoegaze, ‑lo-fi, ‑dream pop, ‑acoustic singer-songwriter, ‑polished vocals, ‑autotune, ‑clean modern production, ‑upbeat pop chorus, ‑heroic orchestration, ‑sentimental ballad, ‑Broadway, ‑musical theater
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[cheerful children’s host] Come along and gather round, There’s a funny friend we found, Tiny paws and clever eyes, Wave hello and count to ten, Meet my special little friend, Learning words and learning tricks, Brush his fur and check his feet, Measure every little bone, Teach him things he shouldn’t know, Tell him this is called a home. [children’s chorus, excessively cheerful] MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! WE’LL MAKE HIM BETTER AGAIN AND AGAIN! [cheerful children’s host] He can stand! He can speak! He gets smarter every week! Isn’t science lots of fun? [quiet children’s voice] Why is everybody running? [spoken, sarcastic] “Yeah. Great question.” [cheerful children’s host] Four good friends inside a room, Dreaming underneath the moon, One says someday they’ll be free, One says, “Save a place for me.” Round and round the cages go, Where they stop, the doctor knows, Little hands against the gate, Don’t be frightened. Just cooperate. [spoken, irritated] “Oh, sure. Fantastic advice.” [children’s chorus, cheerful] MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! HE’LL BE PERFECT IN THE END! Clip and measure, test and teach, Put the stars just out of reach. If he cries, begin again, THAT’S MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! [quiet children’s voice] One little friend stopped singing. Then another. [whispered] Then another. [cheerful children’s host, forced] But every story has a lesson! [spoken, low] “Skip.” [cheerful children’s host] Every good little child should— [spoken, irritated] “I said skip.” [children’s chorus, softly] My special little friend… [spoken, cold] “Don’t.” [cheerful children’s host] My special little friend grew tall, Learned the locks and learned the walls, Learned that every perfect plan Falls apart beneath a hand. He learned engines. He learned guns. He learned how to run away. He learned not to sleep some days. [cheerful children’s host] Years went by and stars went past, But little cages travel fast, Then one morning, wouldn’t you know, There stood Doctor Perfecto. Same old voice. Same old grin. Same old speech about fixing everything. [spoken, quiet] “No.” [spoken, harsher] “Nope.” [shouted] NO. [cheerful children’s host] You called him special. [shouted] YOU MEANT OWNED. You called him clever. [harsh shout] YOU MEANT CONTROLLED. You called it progress. [deep growl] I CALL IT PAIN. You built the cage. [low guttural growl] I LEARNED THE LOCK. [deep growl] FOR THE TABLE. FOR THE WIRE. FOR EVERY LITTLE FRIEND YOU THREW INTO THE FIRE. [spoken, sarcastic] “You done talking yet?” [deep growl] FOR THE NUMBERS. FOR THE FEAR. FOR EVERY NIGHT I WAKE UP THINKING I’M STILL HERE. [low guttural growl] HERE. [children’s chorus, sweetly] My special little friend… [spoken, disgusted] “Wow. Still ugly.” [harsh scream] FOR THE CAGES! FOR THE LIES! [deep growl] FOR TELLING LITTLE CHILDREN THEY SHOULD THANK YOU FOR SURVIVING! [high scream] THANK YOU?! [low guttural growl] THANK YOU?! [spoken, sarcastic] “Evolution really skipped a step with you, huh?” [children’s chorus, cheerful] My special little friend! [children’s chorus, louder] MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! [spoken, irritated] “Stop calling me that.” [children’s chorus, manic] MY SPECIAL LITTLE FRIEND! [shouted] “I SAID STOP!” [children’s chorus, manic] MY SPECIAL LITTLE— [deep guttural growl] ENOUGH! [quiet, sincere] Once there was a little friend Someone tried to shape and bend, Someone told him what to be, Someone called a cage destiny. But little hands can build a door. Little feet can cross the floor. Little hearts can still defend Every other little friend. [calm, sincere] Not because he learned their rules. Not because they made him useful. Special because after everything, He still chose what he would be. [children’s chorus, gentle] My special little friend, My angry little friend, You don’t have to be what someone tried to invent. You can shake. You can scar. You can still know who you are. And the cage can call your name, But you don’t have to walk inside again. [deep growl] NO MORE TABLE. NO MORE CAGE. NO MORE NUMBER. NO MORE NAME YOU GAVE ME. [harsh scream] YOU DON’T OWN WHAT SURVIVED YOU. [deep guttural growl] YOU DON’T GET TO DEFINE ME. [children’s chorus, cheerful] Our special little friend! [spoken, softer] “…Fine.” [spoken, sarcastic] “But seriously. All that obsession with perfection…” [spoken, amused] “…and you kept that face?” [children’s chorus, extremely cheerful] GOODBYE, BOYS AND GIRLS!