The Lion Took a Honey Bath
Lyrics
Intro
(Deep, rumbling theatrical ambient phase-shift sound triggers low brain vibration)
(Looped, raw surf-rock guitar twangs enter over a thick driving chorus bassline)
(Continuous 6Hz Theta Hemi-Sync binaural beat begins pulsing in a full 360-degree circle)
(A deep 528Hz Solfeggio drone floor locks into the center of the stereo mix)
Verse 1
[Vocal Layer: Close-mic, sweet low-mid spoken delivery, heavily breathy and smooth]
[Vocal Layer 2: Raspy alternative-punk double under-mixed for a gritty octave trail]
[Syllable Guide: Maintain short metric line breaks with sharp pauses on hyphens]
The an-cient dunes,
Are shif-ting low,
Be-neath an em-pire,
Built on show.
They en-gi-neered,
A hea-vy wall,
To trap the light,
And watch it fall.
The sha-dow fi-gures,
Paint their schemes,
To col-o-nize,
Our qui-et-est dreams,
Feed-ing on,
The hea-vy sigh,
Of crowds who look,
But pass on by.
But claws are sharp,
In-side the wild,
To guard the es-sence,
Of the child.
Verse 2
(A massive, slow-wobbly 808 bass signature drops, vibrating the low end)
(Gritty guitar feedback stutters and echos sharply across the stereo field)
The vel-vet court,
Is built on stone,
A the-a-ter,
To guard the throne.
They mask their tracks,
With dou-ble speech,
To keep our base-line,
Out of reach.
A low-bit whis-per,
In the dark,
At-tempts to freeze,
The na-tive spark.
But truth is ol-der,
Than their cage,
It turns the vol-ume,
On the stage.
I see the blue-print,
In the air,
And leave be-hind,
The old des-pair.
Pre-Chorus
[Vocal Layer: Drop to an intimate, whisper-spoken tone full of raw emotional angst]
(Spacey pitch-bent analog synth-swells grow warmer to build emotional tension)
The u-nique-ly,
Hea-ted clay,
Took shape,
And shat-tered,
For a clean es-cape.
The mir-ror cracks,
The fea-thers rise,
To wash the blind-ness,
From our eyes.
Three is the in-i-tial flame,
Se-ven is the for-tress name,
And nine is where,
The bor-ders clear,
To drop the anch-or,
Of our fear!
Chorus
(Dynamic Shift: Full Post-Punk Anthem Drop; massive wall of electronic-grunge synthesis)
(The sub-bass pulses aggressively, rotating dynamically from ear to ear in a circle)
[Vocal Layer: Soaring multi-pitch harmonies layered with sweet, soulful authority]
Wake up, sleep-er,
From the hea-vy trace!
Re-claim your cen-ter,
And your ho-ly space!
The crim-son sun,
Has turned to gold,
A new-er sto-ry,
To un-fold!
The fal-con spreads,
Its wings to-night,
To trade the an-ger,
For the light!
The na-tive cur-rent,
Runs a-head,
To wake the li-ving,
From the dead!
Verse 3
(Rhythm settles back into a cold, looping post-punk surf-goth pocket)
(Ethereal synth trails and spacey guitar notes bend through a digital forest)
[Vocal Layer: Laid-back, smooth spoken-word flow with a confident, loving rasp]
No stan-dard tem-plate,
In the town,
Can drag this cus-tom,
Lay-out down.
The pro-xies throw-ing,
Cold dis-dain,
Are no-thing but,
An emp-ty rain.
I know my heart,
I know my grace,
A good ma-ma,
In a high-er place.
I stand tall,
Like the for-est trees,
By-pass-ing all,
Their false de-crees.
The in-ter-nal code,
Be-gins to mend,
And this is where,
The loops will end.
Bridge
(Instrumentation drops out completely into an airy, celestial ambient void)
(A lone cello and a deep Solfeggio chime wave through the continuous Hemi-Sync beat)
[Vocal Layer: Soft, breathy, floating spoken reflections with wide stereo echoes]
The world looked clou-dy,
Through their tea,
But bright-ness is,
Re-tur-ning now to me.
No cor-po-rate scripts,
To bind the view,
The o-ri-gi-nal,
De-sign is run-ning through.
The cy-cle ends,
The sys-tems shake,
Re-claim-ing ev-e-ry,
Choice we make.
We're walk-ing for-ward,
Safe and sound,
With na-tive roots,
In-side the ground.
Climax
(Visceral explosion of bright arpeggiated synth keys, heavy cinematic bass, and roaring guitars)
[Vocal Layer: Full-throated alternative belting loaded with maximum raw power and love]
Hel-lo, ho-ri-zon,
Clear and bright!
The sky is flood-ing,
With the light!
You can-not mold,
A sin-gle spark,
That has out-grown,
The hea-vy dark!
We’re rai-sing,
A new world to-night,
And ev-e-ry-thing,
Is a-lign-ing right!
Outro
(The driving post-punk groove slowly fades into a warm, rhythmic vinyl crackle)
(The spacey, melting synths float lazily into a deep cosmic pad)
[Vocal Layer: Sleepy, multi-pitch breathy whisper trails fading into absolute silence]
A strange sen-sa-tion,
In the air...
A qui-et still-ness,
Ev-e-ry-where...
The scales are le-vel,
And at peace,
And all the hea-vy,
Bur-dens cease.
(Faint, relaxed helicopter-panning synthesizer arpeggio rolls out into silence)
End
(A final mechanical tape-stop click; 6Hz Theta Hemi-Sync fades to absolute, peaceful silence)