The Wedding Takes It Louder

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party-funk, experimental, electronic

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[Intro - EMO:Anticipation, Curiosity - solo cane reed flute - five seconds before the wall opens]
*a wall thuds twice from the far side*

[Verse 1 - EMO:Absorption, Curiosity - female lead, close and heavily Auto-Tuned - anadiplosis, one breath a tercet]
The wall is a metre of plaster and straw,
straw that was cut in a field she can see,
see it from here when the gate is ajar.
Through it a bassline arrives as a knock,
knock in the bench and the bowl and the teeth,
teeth of the comb of the drum machine's clock.
Somebody bought a reed from her last spring,
spring being when the cut cane comes good,
good enough that a man will pay for the thing.
Now it is out there and up in the mix,
mix that is louder than anything wood,
wood that will crack before the year is out.

[Chorus - EMO:Zeal, Impatience - overheard from the far room, echo panned narrow - four-syllable lines, claps double time]
play it louder (louder)
past the plaster (plaster)
one more turn now (one more)
till it splinters (splinters)
play it louder (louder)
hold the low end (hold it)
somebody dance (somebody)
past the plaster (plaster)
play it louder (louder)
one more turn now (one more)
hold the low end (hold it)
till it splinters (splinters)

[Through the wall - EMO:Curiosity, Impatience - far-room fragments, low-passed - four flat lines, no melody]
somebody is calling for the fast one,
somebody has turned the low end up again,
a chair goes over and the drum machine holds,
and the reed out there comes in a beat late.

[Verse 2 - EMO:Absorption, Composure - female lead, near room dry and close - anadiplosis continues]
She keeps at the bench with the door left wide,
wide for the air and the smell of the coal,
coal that is low and exactly right.
The knife takes a curl off and checks it by feel,
feel being all of it, feel and a sound,
sound that says throw it or sound that says keep.
Outside, the yard has gone silver for free,
free being the moon at sixty-five percent tonight,
tonight she can work without lighting the lamp.
The party runs late and the reed will come back,
back in a bag at the end of the month,
month with a crack in it, running the length.

[Chorus - EMO:Zeal, Unease - overheard, one word misheard through the plaster and left wrong - claps double time]
play it longer (longer)
past the plaster (plaster)
one more turn now (one more)
till it splinters (splinters)
play it longer (longer)
hold the low end (hold it)
somebody dance (somebody)
past the plaster (plaster)
play it longer (longer)
one more turn now (one more)
hold the low end (hold it)
till it splinters (splinters)

[Through the wall - EMO:Fascination, Amazement - far-room, filter easing - four flat lines, the concession]
the fast one has been going a long while now,
somebody is singing over the top of it,
the reed out there is bending where it should not,
and it is the best thing anyone has done tonight.

[Chorus 3 - PERIAPSIS - EMO:Amazement, Dread - lead forward, filter open eight bars - early in, out at the same speed]
play it longer (longer)
past the platter (platter)
one more turn now (one more)
till it splinters (splinters)
play it longer (longer)
hold the low end (hold it)
past the platter (platter)
till it splinters (splinters)

[Verse 3 - EMO:Contemplation, Dread - female lead, machine following the flute - anadiplosis, hard consonants]
Nobody wrote any part of it down,
down being paper, and paper gets wet,
wet is the reason the cane has to dry.
The tune is a stranger and knows the way home,
home being anywhere loud enough, and it goes,
goes where the speakers are, and not where she is.
She files a new mouth-cut and holds it to check,
check being breath and a thumb on the hole,
hole that is right when the note does not shake.
The bass through the wall is a hand on her back,
back at the bench where the next one is wet,
wet and a month off, and that is the fact.

[Terminal close - EMO:Zeal, Dread - far room cuts mid-bar, near room finishes the misheard version - hard stop]
play it longer (longer)
past the platter (platter)
one more turn now (one more)
till it splinters (splinters)
*the wall goes quiet mid-bar*
play it longer (longer)
hold the low end (hold it)
till it splinters (splinters)
one more turn now (one more)

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[Theme: A tune nobody wrote down is played badly and very loudly at a wedding on the far side of a metre of plaster, on a reed the woman listening made and sold last spring] [SONG FORM: Periapsis form — reed threshold, anadiplosis tercets, each line opening on the word that closed the last, against a twelve-line four-syllable chorus quoted through the wall, one word misheard on every return, never put right, chorus three entering six bars early and three decibels closer at 2:22 then out at the same speed, hard cut when the wall's bass stops] [Intro - EMO:Anticipation, Curiosity - solo cane reed flute - five seconds before the wall opens] *a wall thuds twice from the far side* [Verse 1 - EMO:Absorption, Curiosity - female lead, close and heavily Auto-Tuned - anadiplosis, one breath a tercet] The wall is a metre of plaster and straw, straw that was cut in a field she can see, see it from here when the gate is ajar. Through it a bassline arrives as a knock, knock in the bench and the bowl and the teeth, teeth of the comb of the drum machine's clock. Somebody bought a reed from her last spring, spring being when the cut cane comes good, good enough that a man will pay for the thing. Now it is out there and up in the mix, mix that is louder than anything wood, wood that will crack before the year is out. [Chorus - EMO:Zeal, Impatience - overheard from the far room, echo panned narrow - four-syllable lines, claps double time] play it louder (louder) past the plaster (plaster) one more turn now (one more) till it splinters (splinters) play it louder (louder) hold the low end (hold it) somebody dance (somebody) past the plaster (plaster) play it louder (louder) one more turn now (one more) hold the low end (hold it) till it splinters (splinters) [Through the wall - EMO:Curiosity, Impatience - far-room fragments, low-passed - four flat lines, no melody] somebody is calling for the fast one, somebody has turned the low end up again, a chair goes over and the drum machine holds, and the reed out there comes in a beat late. [Verse 2 - EMO:Absorption, Composure - female lead, near room dry and close - anadiplosis continues] She keeps at the bench with the door left wide, wide for the air and the smell of the coal, coal that is low and exactly right. The knife takes a curl off and checks it by feel, feel being all of it, feel and a sound, sound that says throw it or sound that says keep. Outside, the yard has gone silver for free, free being the moon at sixty-five percent tonight, tonight she can work without lighting the lamp. The party runs late and the reed will come back, back in a bag at the end of the month, month with a crack in it, running the length. [Chorus - EMO:Zeal, Unease - overheard, one word misheard through the plaster and left wrong - claps double time] play it longer (longer) past the plaster (plaster) one more turn now (one more) till it splinters (splinters) play it longer (longer) hold the low end (hold it) somebody dance (somebody) past the plaster (plaster) play it longer (longer) one more turn now (one more) hold the low end (hold it) till it splinters (splinters) [Through the wall - EMO:Fascination, Amazement - far-room, filter easing - four flat lines, the concession] the fast one has been going a long while now, somebody is singing over the top of it, the reed out there is bending where it should not, and it is the best thing anyone has done tonight. [Chorus 3 - PERIAPSIS - EMO:Amazement, Dread - lead forward, filter open eight bars - early in, out at the same speed] play it longer (longer) past the platter (platter) one more turn now (one more) till it splinters (splinters) play it longer (longer) hold the low end (hold it) past the platter (platter) till it splinters (splinters) [Verse 3 - EMO:Contemplation, Dread - female lead, machine following the flute - anadiplosis, hard consonants] Nobody wrote any part of it down, down being paper, and paper gets wet, wet is the reason the cane has to dry. The tune is a stranger and knows the way home, home being anywhere loud enough, and it goes, goes where the speakers are, and not where she is. She files a new mouth-cut and holds it to check, check being breath and a thumb on the hole, hole that is right when the note does not shake. The bass through the wall is a hand on her back, back at the bench where the next one is wet, wet and a month off, and that is the fact. [Terminal close - EMO:Zeal, Dread - far room cuts mid-bar, near room finishes the misheard version - hard stop] play it longer (longer) past the platter (platter) one more turn now (one more) till it splinters (splinters) *the wall goes quiet mid-bar* play it longer (longer) hold the low end (hold it) till it splinters (splinters) one more turn now (one more)

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