[Intro] [Solo alto flute, dry, two feet from the capsule. No click audible. First gated F#1 arrives at bar 5 — 40ms platinum mute, exponential cut, no cymbal.] I see the woman, of illness and fame [F#m9] hush the h' ore before she learns his name [Amaj7#11] count the breath that keeps the furnace tame -we… are… not… alive- [C#13sus] Oh! (the forge is a cradle) [Emaj7#11] Oh! (the cradle is a blade) [Verse 1] [Bass clarinet under the floor. Eight-string speaks only the 13/16 cell, wave-gated. Kick on the 3 and the 5, never on 1 as habit. Vocal almost unpitched, pillow-close.] [F#m9] I rock the ingot like a fevered child [Amaj7#11] I stretch the measure till the measure’s wild [C#13sus] A lullaby to karat, not in kind [Emaj7#11] A mercy with a metronome lost behind [F#m9] Soft mouth, hard voice—the blacker mark in the skin [Amaj7#11] What will not rust is what I keep you in [C#13sus] Ductile as a vow and dense as debt [Emaj7#11] I fold you seven times and call it rest -1 2 3 1- - 1 2 3 1- - 1 2 3 1- - 1 2 3 1- - 1 2 3 1- [Pre-Chorus] [Muted trumpet enters on the #11. Gate-widths halve. Hi-hat is a closed jewelry-box click, 288 grid, ghosted.] Sleep is a press. Sleep is a proof. Sleep is the weight that will not stay truth. -assay… assay…- Purity now a pressure you survive. Purity is what the burn leaves alive. [Chorus] [Flute doubles the vocal an octave above, breathy, no vibrato wide enough to smear the grid. Gated djent full-cell, still staccato—never a wash. Celesta answers the last syllable of each line.] (I unmake-- I break you down to-) Precious Metals! (I'll pry the fracture into a maw) Precious Metals! Raw!!! (I'll pry the fracture into a bleeding maw) (Down! Up! now—hold, hold) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) (I unmake-- I break you down to-) Precious Metals! (I'll pry the fracture into a maw) Precious Metals! Raw!!! (I'll pry the fracture into a bleeding maw) (Down! Up! now—hold, hold) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) [Verse 2] [Alto sax replaces flute. Slightly dirtier air, still dulcet. Guitar cell inverts: 5+3+2+3. Same total. Fractal inversion, not a new idea.] [F#m9] They wanted thunder dressed like a doll [Amaj7#11] I gave them silence then nothing at all [C#13sus] I took wind that nurses numbers into song [Emaj7#11] I learned your religion and kept it wrong [F#m9] So in the end as I see you off [Amaj7#11] A gate is closed when you reach the top [C#13sus] I do not bloom. I anneal. I remain. [Emaj7#11] Soft as the mouth and heavy as the chain - 1 2 3 1- - 1 2 3 1- -my filigree across the grain- [Chorus] (I unmake-- I break you down to-) Precious Metals! (I'll pry the fracture into a maw) Precious Metals! Raw!!! (I'll pry the fracture into a bloody maw) (Down! Up! now—hold, hold) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) (I unmake-- I break you down to-) Precious Metals! (I'll pry the fracture into a maw) Precious Metals! Raw!!! (I'll pry the fracture into a bloody maw) (Down! Up! now—hold, hold) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) [Bridge — Exponential Assay] [No new harmony. Same four chords, twice as often. Gate 80→40→20→10. Winds hold one long F# lullaby phrase while the grid multiplies underneath. Do not raise the vocal. Raise the count.] - now two- -two four- -four eight- - eight sixteen- I see then armies in my dream My brush is a hammer that learned how to sing the heart is a prison, its inmate obscene fold me in threes till the threes become five Raise me in primes till the primes come alive -assay the breath- -assay the bite- -assay the night until all the night is light- (the gate is a cradle) (the cradle is a blade) (the blade is a mother) (the mother is made) [Break] [All metal drops. Bass clarinet + music-box + one un-gated harmonic on the high F#. Four bars. The ear must miss the violence or the genre has failed.] hush— hush— - 1 2 3 1- in the teeth of a hush- I must be patient, I must not rush [Final Chorus] [Full alloy. Winds in 6/8, strings in 13/16, voice in the pocket where they kiss. Last “Precious metal” is almost spoken. Last gate is 10ms. Then air.] (Now I must gift, that metal raw) (Pay it in tax, keep tithe and the law) (But the metal is poison I tell it—hold, hold!) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) A-filigree—filigree- A broken part of me (Now I must gift, that metal raw) (Pay it in tax, keep tithe and the law) (But the metal is poison I tell it—hold, hold!) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) (Exponential numbers— I fold, fold) (Noble and bastard in my empty hold) (Precious metal.) Precious Metals! Raw and Raw!!! (I'll pry the fracture into a bloody maw) [Outro] [Flute reprises the intro phrase, one comma later each time, until it is late enough to be a different song. Final F#1 gate, 40ms, no tail. Box lid.] [F#m9] hush the h'ore before she learns his name -three… two… three… five- [Amaj7#11](the blade is a mother) (the mother is made) [end on unplayed C#13sus — the chord implied by breath alone] [Final Chorus] [Full alloy. Winds in 6/8, strings in 13/16, voice in the pocket where they kiss. Last “Precious metal” is almost spoken. Last gate is 10ms. Then air.] (Now I must gift, that metal raw) (Pay it in tax, keep tithe and the law) (But the metal is poison I tell it—hold, hold!) (A burning dream becomes quiet gold) A-filigree—filigree- A broken part of me [END]
