NDC Throwback Thursday Genre: Orchestral+Dubstep Theme: Thunderstorm ---------------------------------------------------- [INTRO — soft strings, distant drums, faint choral pads] I’ve been wa_a_a_alking circles in the dark, Trying to keep my breathing steady. There’s a tre_e_e_emor running through my heart — Feels like the sky is getting heavy. [VERSE 1 — slowly building strings, piano arpeggios, subtle bass swells] Every doubt is dri_i_i_fting like a cloud I can’t outrun, Rolling in and blo_o_o_ocking out the pale light of the sun. I’ve tried to keep the peace, but the pressure’s pushing through, And every time I swa_a_a_allow it, it comes back twice as huge. [PRE_CHORUS — rising brass, ticking percussion, tension increase] I fe_e_e_e_eel the air shift, taste the warning on my to_to_to_tongue. I he_ea_ea_ea_ear the crack before the strike has even come. [CHORUS — orchestral hits blended with wubby bass patterns] There’s a sto_o_o_orm inside my chest, Roaring loud, te_te_te_earing at the walls I built. And the harder that I press, The more it sh_sh_sha_shakes, the more it brea_a_a_aks my will. If I let it lo_o_o_o_ose tonight, Will it dro_o_o_own me or bring something back to life? ’Cause I’m lo_o_o_osing track of right and wrong — Caught inside the sto_o_o_orm. [DROP — explosive brass stabs, choir bursts, heavy dubstep bass] “Ohh—ohh—ohhh…” [Chopped vocal echoes, rising choirs] [VERSE 2 — calmer but uneasy, low cellos, light rhythmic pulses] There’s a whi_i_i_isper buried somewhere deep beneath the noise, Telling me the bre_e_e_ak might be a choice. But the moment that I o_o_o_open up the space to feel, Everything I’ve bu_u_u_ried starts to reel. [PRE_CHORUS — tension rebuild, sharper percussion] I fe_e_e_e_el the air shift, taste the warning on my to_to_to_tongue. I he_e_e_e_ear the crack before the strike has even come. [CHORUS — orchestral hits blended with wubby bass patterns] There’s a sto_o_o_orm inside my chest, Roaring loud, te_te_te_earing at the walls I built. And the harder that I press, The more it sh_sh_sha_shakes, the more it brea_a_a_aks my will. If I let it lo_o_o_o_ose tonight, Will it dro_o_o_own me or bring something back to life? ’Cause I’m lo_o_o_osing track of right and wrong — Caught inside the sto_o_o_orm. [BRIDGE — minimal strings, trembling ambience, vocal vulnerability] Maybe bre_ea_ea_eaking isn’t failing… Maybe fa_a_a_alling is the start. If the rain begins to wa_a_a_ash me clean, Would it so_o_o_often up my heart? [FINAL BREAKDOWN— sweeping orchestra + melodic dubstep energy] I've got a sto_o_o_orm inside.. Thunder strikes my hea_a_a_a_eart.. I'm wea_ea_ea_eak, from.. The Storm Inside!! [OUTRO / DROP 2 — soaring strings + uplifting wubs] “Ohh—ohhh—ohh…” [Fading with choir, slow drums, low thunder roll] The Storm Inside... The Storm Inside... [End]
