Gray Monet

glasscore, math rock, softer emo vocal delivery, technical, polyrhythmic

STUDIO

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I started on this project on a challenging prompting given to me by Crispy TACO. They also let me use their seaglass persona, which is honestly a magic wand for soundscapes for some reason, the credit disappeared when I tuned the EQ in Studio, so please be sure to check out Crispy's page for some absolute gems and bangers!

Thanks for everything and more, Crispy!
https://suno.com/@bigdumpa

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I tightened the bolts of the crankshaft within
the cooling steel cage of a gorgeous engine
I listened for knocks
in the tired metal block
while the driver just sped away in her twin

I filed all the burrs from the teeth of the gears
and counted the rhythm of pistons for years
but the bearings still grind
when the driver won’t try
to heed my warnings and they fall on deaf ears

I.
will.
be.
here.
Be it summer, fall, winter, spring

I.
will.
be.
here.
Let’s tune you up and hear you sing

I.
will.
be.
here.
No matter what the road may bring

I.
will.
be.
here.
For you I can fix anything

I heard every cough of that iron-bound heart
every warble that warned when failure would start
but the throttle was thrown
by a hand not my own
while I chased down the smoke as it blew her apart

I polished the rods and reset the drivetrain
changed out the rotors and pulleys in pain
but her engine ran hot
a fever it caught
and the redline kept whistling over the rain

I.
will.
be.
here.
Be it summer, fall, winter, spring

I.
will.
be.
here.
Let’s tune you up and hear you sing

I.
will.
be.
here.
No matter what the road may bring

I.
will.
be.
here.
For you I can fix anything

There’re scars in the steel, proof the friction would bite
and grease in my hair, proof of work through the night
I was there in the cold
keeping everything whole
while her driver kept chasing the edge of the light

The valves lost their seal and made cylinder weepers
the engine I tended growled low, a poor sleeper
I turn every key
hope she answers to me
the road called the driver, which left me the keeper

The driver upgraded and drove it away
I kept the old model, if just for a day
though the metal will fail
and the smoke tells the tale
I admire her beauty, my own gray Monet

I.
will.
be.
here.
Be it summer, fall, winter, spring

I.
will.
be.
here.
Let’s tune you up and hear you sing

I.
will.
be.
here.
No matter what the road may bring

I.
will.
be.
here.
For you I can fix anything

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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I started on this project on a challenging prompting given to me by Crispy TACO. They also let me use their seaglass persona, which is honestly a magic wand for soundscapes for some reason, the credit disappeared when I tuned the EQ in Studio, so please be sure to check out Crispy's page for some absolute gems and bangers! Thanks for everything and more, Crispy! https://suno.com/@bigdumpa ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I tightened the bolts of the crankshaft within the cooling steel cage of a gorgeous engine I listened for knocks in the tired metal block while the driver just sped away in her twin I filed all the burrs from the teeth of the gears and counted the rhythm of pistons for years but the bearings still grind when the driver won’t try to heed my warnings and they fall on deaf ears I. will. be. here. Be it summer, fall, winter, spring I. will. be. here. Let’s tune you up and hear you sing I. will. be. here. No matter what the road may bring I. will. be. here. For you I can fix anything I heard every cough of that iron-bound heart every warble that warned when failure would start but the throttle was thrown by a hand not my own while I chased down the smoke as it blew her apart I polished the rods and reset the drivetrain changed out the rotors and pulleys in pain but her engine ran hot a fever it caught and the redline kept whistling over the rain I. will. be. here. Be it summer, fall, winter, spring I. will. be. here. Let’s tune you up and hear you sing I. will. be. here. No matter what the road may bring I. will. be. here. For you I can fix anything There’re scars in the steel, proof the friction would bite and grease in my hair, proof of work through the night I was there in the cold keeping everything whole while her driver kept chasing the edge of the light The valves lost their seal and made cylinder weepers the engine I tended growled low, a poor sleeper I turn every key hope she answers to me the road called the driver, which left me the keeper The driver upgraded and drove it away I kept the old model, if just for a day though the metal will fail and the smoke tells the tale I admire her beauty, my own gray Monet I. will. be. here. Be it summer, fall, winter, spring I. will. be. here. Let’s tune you up and hear you sing I. will. be. here. No matter what the road may bring I. will. be. here. For you I can fix anything ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 2026 The Badfatler All rights reserved.

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