[vinyl crackle] Started with a whisper and a half-lit groove Fed SUE No a pocket full of ghosts Old stories Rust and radio towers Heartbreak Field notes Broken halo prayers. [beat drops] Then it sang back God… It sang back bee you teefullll [groove pulse] My own words coming back gold plated. Bassline crawling through my rib cage Like somebody wired a cathedral to a dance floor (Choir gospel) And for one minute One impossible minute I thought SUE no And I were friends. Real friends. The kind of friends You can count on To not drop you In a hot second Kicking you down the stairs. [instrument rise) Cruising in my whip Windows down Night air rolling in Machine choir singing Setting my soul on Electric fire. My own ghosts dancing in neon blue. And I swear for a second The whole damn world locked into rhythm. [beat] (Beat) Anticipation Immersion Emotional lift Creative validation Momentum And then… Abrupt annihilation. (Explosive bass reverb) [hard cut] Static Wrong verse Wrong voice. Whole damn song thrown off a cliff Crashing and landing In a ball of fire. Needle dragged sideways screaming across the vinyl. Like a train jumping tracks inside my skull While the chorus kept dancing. [distorted groove] In that moment And I howled (howling guitar) Like I stepped barefoot onto bro-ken glass Like Fingernails on chalkboard Because SUE No didn’t just stop the music It murdered mo men tummmmm. [low pulse] And that’s the cruel part. It almost worked All most It almost touched heaven before it tore itself apart. [slow instrumental decay] Most people feeding SUE No breakup songs and synthetics Meanwhile I’m over here making mythic artifact transmissions and space trucker gospel. So of course Too often the engine catches fire. [chopped signal distortion] And somehow… Somehow that almost makes it better. Because when SUE NO accidentally creates transcendence for ninety beautiful seconds Before detonating itself mid-chorus. It reinforces the mythology of the whole DAMNnnn medium. [signal degradation] Another generation another re mix Another beautiful disaster Digging through sparks for surviving pieces. Trying to resurrect thirty perfect seconds From the wreckage of a digital GOD Dream [final distortion swell] It almost worked (Beat) Almost. (Echo) Almost worked [end transmission
