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8082 - Ceiling Be The Sky

V6-WILD

[Regia e strumenti, tutto DAW] [Batteria: drum machine secca e sporca, kick compresso, snare sparata, hi-hat nervoso, nessuna batteria acustica.] [Basso: un solo loop di sintetizzatore distorto, spesso e ripetitivo, che regge tutto il brano.] [Pad: una nube di synth scordato che entra e esce lentamente, è la parte sognante del brano.] [Stab: uno o due colpi di synth cortissimi sul chorus, nient’altro.] [Verse 3 e bridge: si svuota tutto, restano kick e voce quasi sussurrata, poi la drum machine rientra come uno schiaffo. Niente chitarre, niente tastiere melodiche, niente archi.] [Intro – drum machine and distorted bass loop, detuned dreamy synth pad swelling in and out, alarm-clock noise far in the background, no vocals, 16 bars] [Verse 1 – spat soft and flat, half asleep, bass loop and kick only] I just want to stay home, in the slippers, in the dressing gown, in the long grey afternoon of absolutely nothing Lie on the sofa like a boat that’s never going anywhere, drifting, drifting, just drifting But the alarm goes off at six and it’s shouting in my ear like a man selling carpets And I’m on the train, I’m on the stairs, I’m in the lift, I’m in the queue, I’m in a room with a laminated sign [Chorus – hypnotic, doubled vocal, synth stab on every line, pad washing over everything] I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing Let the ceiling be the sky and the carpet be the sea I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing But the whole world’s running and it’s running after me [Verse 2 – a little faster, extra noise layer] Meeting about the meeting, email about the email, form about the form Man in a tie says synergy and a pigeon at the window looks at me with pity Printer’s broken, coffee’s broken, I’m broken, and it’s only half past ten Everything I hate in a row like ducks, and I’m the last duck in the row again [Chorus] I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing Let the ceiling be the sky and the carpet be the sea I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing But the whole world’s running and it’s running after me [Break – bass loop, pad and alarm noise only, no vocals, 8 bars] [Verse 3 – slow and dreamy again, almost whispered, kick only] Home at last, home at last, and the home is dark and I’m a coat on a hook No strength for the guitar, no strength for the film, no strength to even look Everything I like is standing at the door with its hat in its hand, politely waiting And I’m on the floor like a sock that forgot which foot it’s for [Chorus] I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing Let the ceiling be the sky and the carpet be the sea I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing But the whole world’s running and it’s running after me [Bridge – everything drops, only bass and vocal, spoken low, drum machine slams back in on the last line] And I say: who cares, who cares, who cares I want sex, I want sex anyway And she says: it’s late, it’s late, it’s late And she says: tomorrow, tomorrow, early start Turn the light off, turn the light off We’re resting to work, we’re resting to work We’re not even doing it, we’re resting to work [Rant – drum machine only, voice spat rhythmically, building] Early start, early start, early start Up at six, up at six, up at six Rest to work, rest to work, rest to work Work to rest, work to rest, work to rest Early start, early start, early start [Final Chorus – extended, full noise, doubled vocal, pad at full volume] I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing Let the ceiling be the sky and the carpet be the sea I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing But the whole world’s running and it’s running after me I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing I just want to stay home, do nothing, do nothing Life’s rubbish, life’s rubbish, life’s rubbish, isn’t it Early start, early start… [Outro – bass loop and drum machine alone, pad fading in and out, alarm noise slowly rising, stripped down to a single kick and hiss, 24 bars] Early start Early start ( Early start…) Life’s rubbish, life’s rubbish, life’s rubbish, isn’t it Early start, early start…