burnt tuna

[intro — sub-bass pulse alone, distant disco bass ghost, vinyl crackle, breath audible, granular pad entering low] ((mumbled, close mic, half-formed)) gold sky burned black gettin so cold [verse 1 — sparse trap hat grid entering, sub holding, close mic mumble delivery] ((slurred, intimate, pitched-down whisper double beneath)) i saw a man eating gold while the sky burned to black above us what hunger must feel inside of that wretch the two of us aren't so different in some ways i know he's me if the right kind of luck were to find me [chorus 1 — disco bass pulse rising into mix, drums slightly fuller, ghost stack emerging] ((mumbled into half-sung)) what will the next king eat and will he be made of the same god will have a plan for me so maybe i shouldn't be so afraid ((doubled, layered)) or maybe i should be more afraid maybe i should be more afraid maybe i should be more afraid maybe i should be more afraid [verse 2 — texture sparser, just sub and ghost hats, vocal more forward] ((close mic mumble, breath audible)) i saw a man eating gold while the sky turned to black above us he said it's been getting so cold that he doesn't feel hunger now i can't even see his bones guess he couldn't last forever he never told me his name guess it doesn't really matter [pre-chorus — felt piano fragment entering, cold reverb opening, disco bass pulse warming] ((intimate, vulnerable, almost spoken)) i feel you in my head i feel you in my bones the memories of when we thought we would get old you tell me that you hate me but you're saying it so sweet you know i'm still listening to the sound of your heartbeat [chorus 2 — full arrangement settles in, disco bass full, drums steady, ghost stack denser, plate reverb throws on hook tails] ((sung with mumble bleed, doubled lead)) what hunger must feel inside of that wretch could never compare to the thought of your death the way that you love me you're better than gold it's getting so cold getting so cold [chorus 3 repeat — same arrangement, slightly heavier ghost stack, sub deepening] what hunger must feel inside of that wretch could never compare to the thought of your death the way that you love me you're better than gold it's getting so cold getting so cold [bridge stripped — drums drop out, sub-pulse and felt piano only, vocal bare] ((mumbled close mic, almost talking)) the way that you love me you're better than gold it's getting so cold getting so cold [final chorus — full arrangement returns, disco bass fullest, ghost stack peak density, plate throws denser, but vocal stays mumbled-intimate not screamed] ((sung mumble, layered with whispered ghost stack)) what hunger must feel inside of that wretch could never compare to the thought of your death the way that you love me you're better than gold it's getting so cold getting so cold [outro — drums dropping out one element at a time, disco bass pulse last, then sub alone, then breath alone, vinyl crackle returning] ((mumbled fading)) better than gold better than gold ((whispered)) getting so cold ((breath alone, then silence, then one final whisper)) the thought of your death ((vinyl crackle alone, then gone))