--- [Intro – Bamboo wind, distant chanting] Drums in the dark where the bamboo sways, Shadows whisper old-world ways. I hear the earth hum, bones in the breeze, Something ancient’s wakin’ beneath the leaves. [Verse 1 – Low, rhythmic rap, almost spoken] Fresno fades in a violet mist, Tower dreams gone, but the air still twists. Tiki flames burn with a serpent’s tongue, Old gods drum where the roots are young. I step through vines where the pathways split, Bamboo breathin’, the frequencies hit. Skulls in the dirt hum low with sound, Each note’s a pulse from the underground. Palms sway slow, like they know the code, Every beat unlocks a forgotten mode. My breath syncs up with the earth below, And the ride becomes waves I no longer control. --- [Chorus – Hypnotic, layered chanting with airy harmonies] 🌿 Bamboo frequency… take me inside, Drums of the ancients bendin’ the tide. Pedals are prayers, each breath’s a key, Unlockin’ the silence where the spirits speak. The ride don’t stop, it just sets me free. --- [Verse 2 – Sung, hazy and drifting] Saw masks on the trees with a thousand eyes, Patterns of the cosmos etched in disguise. Every face a past life watchin’ me spin, Every drum a doorway to where I’ve been. Chants rise up like a wave of flame, Words I don’t know but my soul feels the same. Fire on the river, stars in the ground, Tower don’t exist where the echoes resound. I lay my hands on the Tiki frame, Metal hums soft with a sacred name. Wheels turn slow, but the sky breaks fast, Past and future shatter like glass. --- [Bridge – Whispered, deep reverb, swirling FX] ✨ “The bike was never built… it was remembered.” ✨ “Every spin pulls a thread from the void.” 🎵 “Your breath is the drum, your mind is the ride, This frequency flows where the timelines hide…” 🎵 --- [Chorus – Explosive, layered harmonies + chants] 🌿 Bamboo frequency… take me inside, Drums of the ancients bendin’ the tide. Pedals are prayers, each breath’s a key, Unlockin’ the silence where the spirits speak. (Bamboo… bamboo… frequency…) The ride don’t stop, it just sets me free. --- [Outro – 60-second dissolve] (Slowly strip away the layers until only a single bamboo knock repeats, gradually stretching into silence. A faint whisper carries out: “ride… drift… become…”)
