Developing Oceans | Submerged Remix

Dark Psychedelic Alternative Rock, Submerged Industrial Trip-Hop

[track: genre: dark psychedelic alternative rock / submerged trip-hop, mood: adaptation beneath pressure, tempo: 70 bpm, meter: loose 4/4, key: E minor]

[Intro]
[clear picked guitar, detuned double]
[slow bent notes drift apart]
[low harmonium sags in pitch]
[no vocals, eight bars]

[Verse 1]
[close low male baritone]
[free phrasing behind slow beat]
[each guitar pluck remains defined]
[soft delayed drum accents]

[Em] I slip through the silt where my sympathies settle
With a mouthful of medicine, mercury, metal
[C] Every vice has a voice and a vowel to borrow
So I swallow the sound and pronounce it tomorrow

[Em] There are fingerprints pressed in the folds of my thinking
Little whorls where the wanting keeps widening, sinking
[C] I put one hand against the wall to remember
[F] The wall holds it there when I try to pull free

[Pre-Chorus]
[drums thin to staggered kick]
[guitar double falls slightly flat]
[harmonium sustains minor-second rub]
[voice remains centered and natural]

[C] I used to fight the pressure
[Am] I used to know the pain
[Em] Now the water doesn't fight me
[B7] And that's what makes me afraid

[Chorus]
[slow dry half-time drums]
[guitar bends across steady bass]
[detuned notes sway behind lead]
[baritone opens without belting]

[Em] I'm not drowning down here
[C] I'm developing oceans
[G] The pressure grows precious
[D] The poison grows pleasant
[Em] I'm sinking, still sinking
[C] But something feels different
[G] If hell has a habitat
[B7] What will I be when I'm finished?

[Instrumental]
[no vocals, eight bars]
[exposed crooked two-note figure]
[one guitar double drifts sharp]
[organ slides downward in pitch]
[kick disappears every fourth bar]

[Verse 2]
[low strained melodic baritone]
[dry percussion behind the beat]
[picked guitar slides between notes]
[bass descends almost imperceptibly]

[Em] My pulse picks a pleasure, then pleads for another
There's a sin in my sinew that simmers like silver
[C] I used to spit out the taste when it found me
Now I leave it on my tongue until it settles down

[Em] I've seen guilt grow gills just to breathe in the grime
Seen the filth find a foothold and flourish with time
[C] Now the shame sheds its skin when it swims through my system
[B7] Leaves scales in my veins where the current has kissed them

[Chorus]
[detuned guitars diverge further]
[heavy slow drums refuse momentum]
[low organ slips beneath harmony]
[baritone urgent without shouting]

[Interlude]
[no vocals, four bars]
[drums vanish into clear silence]
[one guitar note bends upward]
[organ note bends downward]
[interval refuses to settle]

[Verse 3]
[bare baritone returns slightly late]
[thin picked notes remain audible]
[slow kick pulses out of phase]
[small detuned piano notes sag]

[Em] There's a frequency flowering under my sternum
A hum in the marrow; I'm thrumming in turn
[C] Every inch of the infinite feels more confined
Like forever is folding and closing behind

[Em] The air has gone thick in the back of my throat
Every breath bears a weight that keeps bending the note
[C] And the deeper I drift, something changes in distance
[F] The dark isn't endless. It's gaining dimension.

[Bridge]
[low voice gains hoarse urgency]
[detuned double crosses main guitar]
[drum accents cluster unevenly]
[all instruments sharply separate]

[Em] The infinite buckles, a boundary beneath me
[C] There's an end to the endless, an edge to the ether
[Em] And something down there has my shape in its features
[B7] Its hunger is older than any of mine

[Em] I see what is waiting, wearing my skin
[C] It looks up with my eyes, my memories intact
[all instruments cut to silence]
[Em] And it opens its mouth—

[Outro]
[bare low baritone, no doubles]
[one bent guitar interval remains]
[harmonium droops out of tune]
[no drums, unresolved hard cut]

[B7] And my voice answers back.

[End]

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[track: genre: dark psychedelic alternative rock / submerged trip-hop, mood: adaptation beneath pressure, tempo: 70 bpm, meter: loose 4/4, key: E minor] [Intro] [clear picked guitar, detuned double] [slow bent notes drift apart] [low harmonium sags in pitch] [no vocals, eight bars] [Verse 1] [close low male baritone] [free phrasing behind slow beat] [each guitar pluck remains defined] [soft delayed drum accents] [Em] I slip through the silt where my sympathies settle With a mouthful of medicine, mercury, metal [C] Every vice has a voice and a vowel to borrow So I swallow the sound and pronounce it tomorrow [Em] There are fingerprints pressed in the folds of my thinking Little whorls where the wanting keeps widening, sinking [C] I put one hand against the wall to remember [F] The wall holds it there when I try to pull free [Pre-Chorus] [drums thin to staggered kick] [guitar double falls slightly flat] [harmonium sustains minor-second rub] [voice remains centered and natural] [C] I used to fight the pressure [Am] I used to know the pain [Em] Now the water doesn't fight me [B7] And that's what makes me afraid [Chorus] [slow dry half-time drums] [guitar bends across steady bass] [detuned notes sway behind lead] [baritone opens without belting] [Em] I'm not drowning down here [C] I'm developing oceans [G] The pressure grows precious [D] The poison grows pleasant [Em] I'm sinking, still sinking [C] But something feels different [G] If hell has a habitat [B7] What will I be when I'm finished? [Instrumental] [no vocals, eight bars] [exposed crooked two-note figure] [one guitar double drifts sharp] [organ slides downward in pitch] [kick disappears every fourth bar] [Verse 2] [low strained melodic baritone] [dry percussion behind the beat] [picked guitar slides between notes] [bass descends almost imperceptibly] [Em] My pulse picks a pleasure, then pleads for another There's a sin in my sinew that simmers like silver [C] I used to spit out the taste when it found me Now I leave it on my tongue until it settles down [Em] I've seen guilt grow gills just to breathe in the grime Seen the filth find a foothold and flourish with time [C] Now the shame sheds its skin when it swims through my system [B7] Leaves scales in my veins where the current has kissed them [Chorus] [detuned guitars diverge further] [heavy slow drums refuse momentum] [low organ slips beneath harmony] [baritone urgent without shouting] [Em] I'm not drowning down here [C] I'm developing oceans [G] The pressure grows precious [D] The poison grows pleasant [Em] I'm sinking, still sinking [C] But something feels different [G] If hell has a habitat [B7] What will I be when I'm finished? [Interlude] [no vocals, four bars] [drums vanish into clear silence] [one guitar note bends upward] [organ note bends downward] [interval refuses to settle] [Verse 3] [bare baritone returns slightly late] [thin picked notes remain audible] [slow kick pulses out of phase] [small detuned piano notes sag] [Em] There's a frequency flowering under my sternum A hum in the marrow; I'm thrumming in turn [C] Every inch of the infinite feels more confined Like forever is folding and closing behind [Em] The air has gone thick in the back of my throat Every breath bears a weight that keeps bending the note [C] And the deeper I drift, something changes in distance [F] The dark isn't endless. It's gaining dimension. [Bridge] [low voice gains hoarse urgency] [detuned double crosses main guitar] [drum accents cluster unevenly] [all instruments sharply separate] [Em] The infinite buckles, a boundary beneath me [C] There's an end to the endless, an edge to the ether [Em] And something down there has my shape in its features [B7] Its hunger is older than any of mine [Em] I see what is waiting, wearing my skin [C] It looks up with my eyes, my memories intact [all instruments cut to silence] [Em] And it opens its mouth— [Outro] [bare low baritone, no doubles] [one bent guitar interval remains] [harmonium droops out of tune] [no drums, unresolved hard cut] [B7] And my voice answers back. [End]

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