Hold My Breath and Count to Never

Experimental, avant-garde Celtic soul bleeds into dark glitch-RnB, not as pastiche but as a haunted, innovative fusion, the voice morphs between soprano and deepest bass, inhuman range, modal melodies and folk instruments (Celtic harp, uilleann pipes, bodhrán), but detuned, reversed, granulated—memory turned to vapor, Vocals are close, intimate, trembling on the edge of speech; harmonies glitch, stutter, or stretch like emotional artifacts, Percussion combines field-recorded textures (wet grass, wood snaps) with off-grid digital pulses—hi-hats distorted, reverb tails that arrive before the beat, Rhodes keys, warped and chorus-heavy, drift beneath fiddle harmonics bowed near the bridge, This isn’t about folklore or future—it’s a broken psalm humming inside a machine, Use negative space boldly, Let breaths, static, and silence speak, This is pain processed, then performed

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©2025 SonicSketch https://suno.com/@sonicsketch [Intro] (one… two…) (too soon) [Verse 1] I live in the pause between questions Where the light forgets to shine I wear silence like perfume So no one sees the inside My breath curls like ribbon on my tongue Sharp from all this waiting I smile without muscle Call it meditating [Pre-Chorus] The world moves / I try not to flinch The clock ticks / I don’t move an inch I promise I’ll return to form— But I forget what shape I was born [Chorus] I hold my breath and count to never Some storms just last forever If I speak, I might shatter So I hum instead—clever, clever Keep the mask tight, stick to script I’m the actress without a pitch I’m the fog on the window cold Hold my breath—hold my breath—hold… [Verse 2] I build a home in the freeze-frame Where the reel stops mid-cry Each room dressed in waiting Even the air won’t try Won't dare To move You ask if I’m still dreaming But I blink and miss the fall Turns out I can live forever If I never start at all [Bridge] What if the stillness is a spell? What if numb’s a kind of control? What if I choreograph every gasp Until it feels like prayer- bold? [Final Chorus] I hold my breath and count to never Trailor the cage—I wear it better I bend stillness into armor You mistake me for something clearer If I breathe, the flood arrives If I scream, the self revives But quiet looks so clever So I hold—hold—hold— [Outro] shh… don’t breathe yet

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