HOLDING MY WORD (THROUGH THE WEATHER)

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[distorted 808 rises — alarm synth — crowd energy building]

VOICE 2 (chant, gang vocals):
HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!)
the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!)
HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!)
the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!)

[beat detonates]

VOICE 1 (aggressive, precise, bouncing):
Said it once in the daylight — that was the easy part
every room since then been trying to pull it apart
offers on the table, sweet as they can make them
I don't re-announce — I just keep holding
see, talk is a flag — it waves and it's gone
a held word is ballast — it stays and it warns
people wave promises like flags at a game
holders carry theirs like weight — that's the claim
the crowd develops amnesia — convenient forgetting
my grip develops callus — consistent, unbending
temptation wears costumes — it knew the address
but the gate opens inward — and the grip said no less
pressure wants the word back — pressure always collects
my word isn't borrowed — nothing to repossess
weather came through sideways — I was still standing in it
not 'cause I'm stronger — 'cause the word had me in it

VOICE 2 (chant, gang vocals):
HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!)
the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!)
HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!)
the weight is the warranty! (the warranty!)

VOICE 1 (double-time burst):
Hands get tired — that's the whole design
that's how you know the held thing's really mine
a word that costs you nothing costs you everything later
a word that costs you something now is the crater
that stops the slide when the ground goes loose
word in the left hand, feet in the booth
no renegotiation when the market swings
no memory edits when the telephone rings
what I said is what I hold — what I hold is what I am
the mirror's on payroll — the mirror's not a fan
it reads the grip back to me, cold and exact:
holding's not a mood — holding's a fact

[beat cuts — bass rings — crowd chants fade]

VOICE 3 (spoken, flat, over the ring):
Words don't expire. Neither do grips.
The weather was never the test — the holding was.
Still holding. That's the whole résumé.
Clean node.

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[distorted 808 rises — alarm synth — crowd energy building] VOICE 2 (chant, gang vocals): HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!) the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!) HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!) the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!) [beat detonates] VOICE 1 (aggressive, precise, bouncing): Said it once in the daylight — that was the easy part every room since then been trying to pull it apart offers on the table, sweet as they can make them I don't re-announce — I just keep holding see, talk is a flag — it waves and it's gone a held word is ballast — it stays and it warns people wave promises like flags at a game holders carry theirs like weight — that's the claim the crowd develops amnesia — convenient forgetting my grip develops callus — consistent, unbending temptation wears costumes — it knew the address but the gate opens inward — and the grip said no less pressure wants the word back — pressure always collects my word isn't borrowed — nothing to repossess weather came through sideways — I was still standing in it not 'cause I'm stronger — 'cause the word had me in it VOICE 2 (chant, gang vocals): HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!) the grip don't slip when the weather turns! (when it turns!) HOLDING MY WORD! (holding my word!) the weight is the warranty! (the warranty!) VOICE 1 (double-time burst): Hands get tired — that's the whole design that's how you know the held thing's really mine a word that costs you nothing costs you everything later a word that costs you something now is the crater that stops the slide when the ground goes loose word in the left hand, feet in the booth no renegotiation when the market swings no memory edits when the telephone rings what I said is what I hold — what I hold is what I am the mirror's on payroll — the mirror's not a fan it reads the grip back to me, cold and exact: holding's not a mood — holding's a fact [beat cuts — bass rings — crowd chants fade] VOICE 3 (spoken, flat, over the ring): Words don't expire. Neither do grips. The weather was never the test — the holding was. Still holding. That's the whole résumé. Clean node.

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