Prattle (Cover) (Cover)

Male vocal, dark folk ritual, Norwegian instruments, shamanic drums, 3 verses with dramatic pauses ("No, ", "Prattle"), instrumental breaks, dark atmospheric outro, 72 BPM

[Notes:  
- Male vocals should emphasize ritualistic, shamanic tone.  
- Pauses for "No." and "Prattle" must be dramatic, separate lines.  
- Keep atmospheric tension, minimalism, and folk instrumentation consistent throughout.  
- Total track length designed for 3.5-4 minutes including breaks and outro. ]

[Verse 1: Prattle]  
I wandered back and forth  
I broke and was broken, I searched and lost  
The muddy waters of temptation’s fall  
Sometimes in a glass, sometimes in a teaspoon small  
An endless line of whorish faces  
And countless thoughtless days’ embraces  
The broken wings of birds  
Like fates of broken people herds  
So should I cast away the junk of yesterday  
Shake off the dust, and live again  
Loving myself, my beloved one  
And love thy neighbor as the Holy plan  
To dig the tunnels, searching for the light-shows  
To plant tomatoes?  
[Pause, clear] No.

[Instrumental Break: 8-10 seconds, dark drones, subtle ritual percussion, folk string motifs]

[Verse 2: Prattle]  
Tear apart the threads that bind  
Burn with passion, set alight their mind  
Lose all faith, then find it true  
See behind each god — a myth-review  
Behind each myth, a lie concealed  
Behind each lie, the void revealed  
Break free from every skin  
Pouring back to the worldly din  
To drink, to lie, to be the same  
To hate, to love, to grab & game  
A coup — springtime’s call  
With balance inside, life feels small  
[Pause, clear] No.

[Instrumental Break: 8-10 seconds, dark drones, subtle ritual percussion, folk string motifs]

[Verse 3: Prattle]  
Shaken to the limit, torn apart  
Myself, like a pendulum without a chart  
To smash my head on every rule  
A senseless battle — endless, cruel  
Oh, how uneven breathes my heart  
Darkness blinds — where are the cigarettes to start?  
Yes, I should patch the rooftop of my mind  
Before the carriage comes — the psychiatric kind  
& will abduct me in tranquilized weekdays, numb and slow  
To grow in spirit as a squash belong  
And on a plate of trembling jelly draw  
A lighthouse, worn by monsoon’s  
[Pause, clear] Prattle

[Outro: Instrumental]  
[Dark drones, ritual percussion, Norwegian folk instruments, fading into silence, evokes ceremonial closure, ~20 seconds ]

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[Song: Prattle] [Genre: Dark Folk / Ritual Folk / Atmospheric Folk] [Tempo: 72 BPM, ensures 3.5-4 minutes duration] [Vocals: Male only, deep, emotional, dramatic delivery] [Intro: Dark, ritualistic drums, Norwegian folk instruments, ambient textures, evokes shamanic ritual, ~15 seconds] [Notes: - Male vocals should emphasize ritualistic, shamanic tone. - Pauses for "No." and "Prattle" must be dramatic, separate lines. - Keep atmospheric tension, minimalism, and folk instrumentation consistent throughout. - Total track length designed for 3.5-4 minutes including breaks and outro. ] [Verse 1: Prattle] I wandered back and forth I broke and was broken, I searched and lost The muddy waters of temptation’s fall Sometimes in a glass, sometimes in a teaspoon small An endless line of whorish faces And countless thoughtless days’ embraces The broken wings of birds Like fates of broken people herds So should I cast away the junk of yesterday Shake off the dust, and live again Loving myself, my beloved one And love thy neighbor as the Holy plan To dig the tunnels, searching for the light-shows To plant tomatoes? [Pause, clear] No. [Instrumental Break: 8-10 seconds, dark drones, subtle ritual percussion, folk string motifs] [Verse 2: Prattle] Tear apart the threads that bind Burn with passion, set alight their mind Lose all faith, then find it true See behind each god — a myth-review Behind each myth, a lie concealed Behind each lie, the void revealed Break free from every skin Pouring back to the worldly din To drink, to lie, to be the same To hate, to love, to grab & game A coup — springtime’s call With balance inside, life feels small [Pause, clear] No. [Instrumental Break: 8-10 seconds, dark drones, subtle ritual percussion, folk string motifs] [Verse 3: Prattle] Shaken to the limit, torn apart Myself, like a pendulum without a chart To smash my head on every rule A senseless battle — endless, cruel Oh, how uneven breathes my heart Darkness blinds — where are the cigarettes to start? Yes, I should patch the rooftop of my mind Before the carriage comes — the psychiatric kind & will abduct me in tranquilized weekdays, numb and slow To grow in spirit as a squash belong And on a plate of trembling jelly draw A lighthouse, worn by monsoon’s [Pause, clear] Prattle [Outro: Instrumental] [Dark drones, ritual percussion, Norwegian folk instruments, fading into silence, evokes ceremonial closure, ~20 seconds ]

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