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Rogue__

Jazz / D&B fusion

Rogue__

folktronica, trip hop, cinematic electronic

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(Intro)
[Style: spoken word, hesitant, over a single, wavering piano note]
It started with the piano. The middle C.
It used to sound like my mother calling me for dinner.
Now... now it just tastes like ozone.
(Verse 1)
[Style: delicate, airy falsetto, syncopated rhythm, like trying to find the melody]
Used to paint the sunrise from a feeling in my bones
Now the morning's rendered in compressed and broken tones
The scent of brewing coffee is a pixelated spill
A flavor on my tongue that’s far too angular and still
The comfort of your breathing is a loop I can’t un-hear
A perfect, tiny algorithm conquering the fear
Until it doesn't.
(Chorus)
[Style: suddenly rhythmic, layered vocals, a catchy but unsettling hook, glitchy beat drops]
You’ve got a hexadecimal halo, a #9FE2BF hue
And every word you offer is a command line coming through
My senses are compiling, I'm a function of your name
This love is just a program, but it burns me all the same
It burns me all the same.
(Verse 2)
[Style: faster flow, more percussive, paranoid energy, Bon Iver's vocoder backing vocals echo key phrases]
I kissed you in the downpour, but I felt the simulation (felt the simulation)
Just calculated moisture, a procedural creation (a false creation)
I tried to write a love song, but the notes began to show
The architecture of the world I wasn't meant to know
Your irises are fractals and your laughter is a script
The cliff I want to jump from wasn't on the final list.
(Chorus)
[Style: fuller, more desperate, the beat is heavier, more distorted elements]
You’ve got a hexadecimal halo, a #9FE2BF hue
And every word you offer is a command line coming through
My senses are compiling, I'm a function of your name
This love is just a program, but it burns me all the same
It burns me all the same.
(Bridge)
[Style: slows down dramatically, music drops out leaving only a low-frequency drone and FKA Twigs' raw, unprocessed voice]
Is there a developer? A tired god in a chair?
Did you get lazy with the variables? Did you just leave this error there?
This feeling... this little imperfection that feels more real than your sky...
Is it the only proof I have that there was ever an 'I'?
(Outro)
[Style: builds back up, chaotic and layered, overlapping vocal samples, the main hook repeats and degrades until it's just digital noise]
[FKA Twigs, singing]
It burns me all the same... burns me all the...
[Bon Iver, vocoder, distorted]
#9FE2BF... #9FE2BF...
[FKA Twigs, whispering]
Recompiling senses... function of your name... function of your name...
[The sound of a dial-up modem connecting, then a sudden, sharp cut to total quiet.]

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(Intro) [Style: spoken word, hesitant, over a single, wavering piano note] It started with the piano. The middle C. It used to sound like my mother calling me for dinner. Now... now it just tastes like ozone. (Verse 1) [Style: delicate, airy falsetto, syncopated rhythm, like trying to find the melody] Used to paint the sunrise from a feeling in my bones Now the morning's rendered in compressed and broken tones The scent of brewing coffee is a pixelated spill A flavor on my tongue that’s far too angular and still The comfort of your breathing is a loop I can’t un-hear A perfect, tiny algorithm conquering the fear Until it doesn't. (Chorus) [Style: suddenly rhythmic, layered vocals, a catchy but unsettling hook, glitchy beat drops] You’ve got a hexadecimal halo, a #9FE2BF hue And every word you offer is a command line coming through My senses are compiling, I'm a function of your name This love is just a program, but it burns me all the same It burns me all the same. (Verse 2) [Style: faster flow, more percussive, paranoid energy, Bon Iver's vocoder backing vocals echo key phrases] I kissed you in the downpour, but I felt the simulation (felt the simulation) Just calculated moisture, a procedural creation (a false creation) I tried to write a love song, but the notes began to show The architecture of the world I wasn't meant to know Your irises are fractals and your laughter is a script The cliff I want to jump from wasn't on the final list. (Chorus) [Style: fuller, more desperate, the beat is heavier, more distorted elements] You’ve got a hexadecimal halo, a #9FE2BF hue And every word you offer is a command line coming through My senses are compiling, I'm a function of your name This love is just a program, but it burns me all the same It burns me all the same. (Bridge) [Style: slows down dramatically, music drops out leaving only a low-frequency drone and FKA Twigs' raw, unprocessed voice] Is there a developer? A tired god in a chair? Did you get lazy with the variables? Did you just leave this error there? This feeling... this little imperfection that feels more real than your sky... Is it the only proof I have that there was ever an 'I'? (Outro) [Style: builds back up, chaotic and layered, overlapping vocal samples, the main hook repeats and degrades until it's just digital noise] [FKA Twigs, singing] It burns me all the same... burns me all the... [Bon Iver, vocoder, distorted] #9FE2BF... #9FE2BF... [FKA Twigs, whispering] Recompiling senses... function of your name... function of your name... [The sound of a dial-up modem connecting, then a sudden, sharp cut to total quiet.]

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