[Lead Male Voice: A gritty, rhythmic, spoken-sung flow with a heavy, wise, Montevidean arrabalero accent. The delivery is a mix of a street poet, a drunken philosopher, and a chaos magician casting a spell.] [Intro: The Stoner-Blues of Droxx] [Music: A super heavy, fuzzy, slow stoner-blues bass riff. A slow, pounding drum beat. The sound of cosmic smoke and delayed whispers.] [Droxx - Deep, distorted, slow voice filter] "Dejálo pa' mañana... no hay prisa en el fracaso..." [Baltasar Vidal - Spoken, over the groove, like a calm incantation] Shhh... De lo roto... nace el ritmo. Escuchá. [Verse: Baltasar's Incantation] [Music: The stoner groove continues, but Baltasar's voice cuts through it. His legendary white marble guitar, "Clare," plays a single, clean, bluesy note that hangs in the air.] [Baltasar Vidal] Droxx, me tirás tu mambo, tu blues de sillón, tu niebla de "no puedo", tu gris de "no soy yo". Me susurrás excusas, me vendés el mal plan, querés que me quede quieto, que no salga a bailar. Pero tu bajo es denso, tiene un groove infernal... Y a mí, che, lo que es denso... me sirve pa' arrancar. [Chorus: The Funk-Rock of Mot'Rai Erupts] [Music: EXPLOSION. The stoner groove is suddenly pierced by a bright, fast, explosive funk-rock groove. A powerful horn section plays a triumphant riff. The bass becomes a fast, slap-funk monster. The two grooves fight for dominance.] [Baltasar Vidal - His voice is now a powerful, rhythmic shout] ¡MOT'RAI, TE INVOCO, DALE FUEGO AL MOTOR! ¡DROXX, TE ABSORBO, SOS MI MEJOR PROFESOR! ¡QUE SE CAGUEN A PIÑAS EL MIEDO Y LA PASIÓN! ¡QUE DE ESTA GUERRA SUCIA NAZCA MI MEJOR CANCIÓN! ¡DALE! [Bridge: The Fusion / Lugh's Test] [Music: The impossible happens. The slow stoner groove and the fast funk groove start to lock together, creating a chaotic, limping, but incredibly powerful new rhythm: Stoner-Funk.] [Baltasar Vidal - A rhythmic, hypnotic chant over the fused groove] De lo roto nace el ritmo... Del error nace el brillo... De tu duda... hago mi estribillo... Del caos... hago estilo. [Outro: The Aftermath] [Music: The fused groove plays for a few bars, powerful and undeniable. Then, it all cuts out, leaving only the sound of Baltasar's white marble guitar, "Clare," playing a single, perfect, clean note that rings out and slowly fades into feedback.] [Baltasar Vidal - A final, satisfied whisper] El caos... también tiene ritmo. [Silence.]
