[Style: 90BPM, Dark Cyber-Dub, Industrial Trip-Hop, heavy low-end sub bass, deep rolling Dunun thumps, echo-drenched human beatbox, spacious Hurdy-gurdy droning, Nyckelharpa harmonics, isolated Erhu plucks, cold Patois Spanglish whisper] [Intro] [Cold wind howling, dark ambient freeze] [Ultra-low Didgeridoo sub drone holding the floor] [Vocal: Distant, echoing megaphone chat] Winter is coming... The surface is loud, but the dirt is safe. Listen close. [Instrumental Drop] [Deep, cavernous dub bassline, heavy half-time beatbox rimshots] [Slow, haunting Nyckelharpa chords over cold electronic crackle] [Guzheng notes dripping like icicles into the underground] [Verse 1] [Mournful isolated Erhu slides] Winter is coming, the frost on the ground, The groundhog stays in the burrow, safe and sound. Remixing the system, down inna di clay, They think that mi gone, but mi just stay away. ¡Forté! ¡Forté! Cold strength in the deep, While the city above never goes to sleep. Tengo el collar left on the floor, [Vocal: Echoing rhythmic chat] Skiddly-diddly-dum-bum, listening through the door! [Breakdown] [Shakuhachi breathy bends, cybernetic cuíca clicks] [Vocal: Slow, haunting subterranean yodel] Yoo-oo-dl-di-ooo... *yo-dl-ee...* However likely not... he will be around. Listening more. [Chorus] [Style: 90BPM Industrial Trip-Hop, heavy saturated bass roll] [Stylophone square-wave stabs, buzzing sitar drone] [Vocal: Intimate, low-register double-tracked voice] ¿CAN YOU FEEL THE COLD?! ¡PACIENCIA! THE GROUNDHOG LURKS WHILE THE DANCEHALLS GROOVE. ¿LO SIENTES EN TU ALMA?! DIGGING REAL DEEP. ¡VAYA! HE'S UNDER THE DIRT WHILE THE CO-CONSPIRATORS MOVE. I SWEAR YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW... UNTIL SPRINGTIME COMES. [Verse 2] [Style: Stripped back minimal percussion, kalimba glitches, scraping morin khuur grit] Uniform off, nothing to prove, Watching the owl and the followers move. No signs on the surface, no track in the snow, But the subterranean frequencies grow. [Dunun thumps slow and heavy like a hibernation heartbeat] Hell-rhythm looping deep inna di mud, Skiddly-diddly-dum-bum, a slow-burning flood. Keep him in your sights? No, look at the sky, [Vocal: Layered falsetto yodel] Yoo-dl-ay-ee-tee! The underground never dies! [Pre-Chorus Acceleration] [Style: Sharp rhythmic glitch tempo flip, 90BPM to 270BPM, frantic breakcore stutter, machine-gun hi-hats] Remixing the code... ¡Dale!... ¡Sube! Listening more... till springtime... till spring... ¡BÚHO! ¡FOLLOWERS! ¡ESCUCHA! [Vocal: Hyper-speed stuttered yodel chop] Yo-dl-io-dl-io-dl-io-dl-io-dl-io-dl-io-dl— WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT— [Drop] [Style: 270BPM Split-Speed Industrial Breakcore, frantic amen breaks clashing with heavy didgeridoo sub drones] [Screaming gaida reedy walls, martial pipa bursts, rapid-fire stylophone square waves] [Vocal: Hyper-speed rhythmic chant slicing through the breaks] HE WILL BE AROUND! ¡DALE MÁS! TUNING THE REMIX UNDER THE DUST! ¿LO SIENTES EN TU ALMA?! LISTENING MORE! ¡VAYA! WATCH THE HORIZON TILL SPRINGTIME COMES! [Bridge] ¡La misma mierda is frozen and dead! Skiddly-diddly-dum-bum! Inside your head! [Vocal: Screamed falsetto] YOO-DL-AY-EE-TEE-EXPLODE! ¡SPRINGTIME! ¡MOVE! [Sudden Stop] [Silence] [Dry, un-effected close-mic whisper] Not moving yet. Just listening. (Single, heavy underground concrete thud) [Outro] [Fading 90BPM trip-hop kick drum, cold wind synthesis] [One last, incredibly faint, deep subterranean yodel decay] ...*yo-dl-ee*... [End]
