Kora 3 (Final Goddamn Cut)

Atmospheric indie folk ballad, Soft female vocal, fiddle, acoustic guitar, harmonica, No repeats, Short final chorus, complete outro with ambient fade, ~4 min

[Intro: Instrumental, soft fiddle, ambient pads]

[Chorus 1]  
Let me hold you and never release,  
I’ll warm your hands — but grant no peace.  
Stay with me under voiceless light —  
Kora whispers, awake at night.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]  
Kora — a small oxygen world,  
Hanging far off in Andromeda’s haze.  
Her satellite’s small, faceless and grey,  
No ticket can take you through her space.  
Kora knows nothing of cosmic chatter,  
No news on the breeze of the stellar sea —  
Kora’s lonely, stuck in small affairs,  
She’d roar if she could, wild and free.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]  
She’d spin up storms and tidal shivers,  
She’d lash out tsunamis of molten ash,  
She’d rise in flame, make mountains quiver,  
Then crumble her slopes in a fiery splash.  
But instead her pistachio hills keep folding,  
Crinkling softly upon her chest,  
The lithosphere’s joints keep slowly molding,  
The pole’s cold cough won’t let her rest.

[Chorus 2]  
No warmth, no light will bring you through,  
Warm your hands in my lonely sphere,  
Stay awhile in my quiet skies —  
Kora dreams with open eyes.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]  
Her hair turns yellow, then silver, then hollow,  
Terraces flake under wind’s old rule —  
Kora is cranky, bored beyond repair,  
Her pale little moon can’t keep her warm-fueled.  
One day, maybe, she’ll break her orbit,  
A sudden jerk from her ancient trace,  
But for now she circles — and curses the sore bit,  
She grumbles about the aches in her bones.

[Verse 4]  
At night she sleeps in her worn-out sweater,  
At dawn she washes her cups, half-aware,  
She dreams in slippers of something better —  
One simple wish in her empty air:  
Kora just hopes in her silent sway,  
To cradle some people, to make them stay.

[Chorus 3]  
Let me hold you, pull you near —  
Stay awhile, dissolve in grey haze,  
Kora dreams, then drifts away.

[Outro: Instrumental fade-out, soft fiddle, ambient pads]

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[Intro: Instrumental, soft fiddle, ambient pads] [Chorus 1] Let me hold you and never release, I’ll warm your hands — but grant no peace. Stay with me under voiceless light — Kora whispers, awake at night. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 1] Kora — a small oxygen world, Hanging far off in Andromeda’s haze. Her satellite’s small, faceless and grey, No ticket can take you through her space. Kora knows nothing of cosmic chatter, No news on the breeze of the stellar sea — Kora’s lonely, stuck in small affairs, She’d roar if she could, wild and free. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] She’d spin up storms and tidal shivers, She’d lash out tsunamis of molten ash, She’d rise in flame, make mountains quiver, Then crumble her slopes in a fiery splash. But instead her pistachio hills keep folding, Crinkling softly upon her chest, The lithosphere’s joints keep slowly molding, The pole’s cold cough won’t let her rest. [Chorus 2] No warmth, no light will bring you through, Warm your hands in my lonely sphere, Stay awhile in my quiet skies — Kora dreams with open eyes. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Her hair turns yellow, then silver, then hollow, Terraces flake under wind’s old rule — Kora is cranky, bored beyond repair, Her pale little moon can’t keep her warm-fueled. One day, maybe, she’ll break her orbit, A sudden jerk from her ancient trace, But for now she circles — and curses the sore bit, She grumbles about the aches in her bones. [Verse 4] At night she sleeps in her worn-out sweater, At dawn she washes her cups, half-aware, She dreams in slippers of something better — One simple wish in her empty air: Kora just hopes in her silent sway, To cradle some people, to make them stay. [Chorus 3] Let me hold you, pull you near — Stay awhile, dissolve in grey haze, Kora dreams, then drifts away. [Outro: Instrumental fade-out, soft fiddle, ambient pads]

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