I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh [Instrumental section · 4/4 · Bm · standard tuning] [Fever-liturgy / vein-crusade hymn] [168 BPM | F# Phrygian | half-spoken verses, drowning-march hooks, double-density bridge] [Tuning: standard] [Intro] [Distant cracked organ in F# Phrygian. Water-drip as clock. Dry close-mic ticks. No drum yet.] return—return—return— drop—drop—drop— [F#m] The country inside me is salt and a scar [C#] I carry the seether who forgot what we are [D] (return) [E] (return) [Warm analog tape sounds, plate reverb, wide stereo field, no vocals] [Intro] [Dual 12-string acoustics hard-panned L/R, picked arpeggios, slight delay shimmer] [Bass: whole notes outlining roots] [Hi-hat whisper on bar 4] ~[Bm F# F# A E G D Em F#] ~ I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh ~[Bm F# F# A E G D Em F#] ~ [Theme A] [Drums enter: laid-back kit, ride/hi-hat, no flash] [Clean electric: muted offbeat chucks, right channel] [Bass shifts to bouncing root-fifth line] [Verse 1] [Half-spoken bark. Monastic kick. Sub-bass that sloshes. Wrist-tap rims.] [F#m] I crawl where the river used to live, --live [C#] A dry white country begging to give, --give [D] One bright confession riding under the skin [E] A psalm I unseal just to swallow it in, in [F#m] I am the bead that abandoned the flood [C#] I am the thirst that bargains in blood, --blood [D] She lifts the edict from a throat of lace [E] Hips like a censer—war painted on face, face [Pre-Chorus] [Toms open. Female vowel-choir far back, not language. Ticks tighten.] Need—need—need in the bone Need—need—need for the throne The source is a mouth and I am the loan, loan Serve—serve—until I am gone [Chorus] [Gang vocal. Floor-tom flood. Organ stab on RETURN. Backing screams in the holes.] (Water must return, return, return) (I serve the flood that learns how to burn) (Water must return—serve the war) (One drop, one oath, one open door) -return the water- (Water must return, return, return) (A kneeling weather, a wrist for the urn) (Water must return—serve the war) (I go to the source. I am what we were.) [Organ pad under the cycle] ~[Bm F# F# A E G D Em F#] ~ I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh ~[Bm F# F# A E G D Em F#] ~ [Lift] [Fuller acoustic strum on downbeats] [Second electric adds short answering figures] [Harmony guitar line enters, one guitar each side] [Verse 2] [Closer, fevered. Incense-bell. Chain-rattle under the vocal.] [F#m] She crowns the dark with a mouth of law [C#] Velvet and voltage—the hunger I saw, saw [D] Calls me by weather, calls me by wound [E] A breaking of climate that comes too soon, soon [F#m] Her banner is wet and her gospel is tide [C#] I put the river back where the maps have died, died [D] I ride for the Lady who names me the drop [E] A soldier of runoff that does not stop, stop [Bm F# A E G D Em F#] I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh [Bm F# A E G D Em F#] [Theme A – denser] [Same cycle, thicker stereo 12-strings] [Muted chucks stay; organ swells on the F# gates] [Verse 3] [Mix reddens. Clustered voices. A wheel of percussion, many-handed.] [F#m] East of the altar the hive learns a name [C#] A wheel with a thousand hands claiming the same, same [D] Painted and many, a red that recites [E] Every last self into number and rites, rites [F#m] They braid the one into everyone-song [C#] A choir that swallows the singular tongue tongue [D] I carry the flood where that singing is wrong [E] A droplet of war in a body too long, long [Bridge] [Urban crescendo. Feel doubles. Ticks become the grid. Two bars of almost-nothing, then everything.] Need need need— Bleed bleed bleed— Return return return the sea to the seed Serve serve serve her the flood and the deed Drop drop drop through the wrist through the creed War war war till the hive learns to bleed I am the bead I am the bead I am the bead Going home going home going home at speed -return- -return- RETURN [Both leads moving as one blade] [Final Chorus] [Choir and bark fused. Organ full open. The drip becomes weather.] (Water must return, return, return) (I serve the flood that learns how to burn) (Water must return—serve the war) (One drop, one oath, one open door) (Water must return, return, return) (Her hips are the censer, her mouth is the urn) (Water must return—serve the war) (I go to the source. I am what we were.) Water must return Water must return (Serve the war) [Outro] [Everything falls to drip and breath. Last tick dry against the teeth.] [F#m] The country inside me remembers the sea [C#] A single small seether still kneeling in me I e A Ohhh ohh oh A E Oh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh A e Ae Oh A E Ohhhhh [Do not resolve. Long analog fade while they still trade]
