2007-THE STORY JUST BEGAN
by MR SANKA
Lyrics
INTRO — BEFORE THE BEAT
Old cassette hiss. A heartbeat. One long cello note.
VOICE:
“What year did it all begin?”
LEAD:
2007.
I was born.
And the story just got started.
Silence.
LEAD:
2008...
A soft log drum enters.
---
2008
First steps.
First falls.
First time learning
that falling doesn't mean you're finished.
I got back up.
Didn't know it then—
but I was already learning.
---
2009
Little kid.
Big imagination.
Everything looked possible.
I didn't know about limits yet.
Maybe that's why
I dreamed so big.
---
2010
Learning faces.
Learning names.
Learning who made me laugh
and who made me angry.
I was watching everything.
Quietly.
---
2011
Too much energy.
Too many ideas.
“Slow down.”
I couldn't.
“Sit down.”
I wouldn't.
The log drum starts bouncing underneath.
Maybe the fire
was already there.
---
2012
Dreams getting bigger
than the room I was standing in.
I didn't know what I'd become.
I just knew—
I wasn't built to stay small.
---
2013
Games until sunset.
Laughing with people
I thought would be there forever.
I didn't know childhood
was already becoming memory.
Warm strings enter.
---
2014
Started understanding people.
Not every smile means love.
Not every hand reaching out
is trying to help.
I didn't understand everything.
But I was learning.
---
2015
Something changed.
I started asking myself—
Who am I?
Who am I becoming?
And what happens
if I actually chase
the things I dream about?
Deep log drum begins.
---
2016 — THE FIRST BEAST
Everything cuts.
One heartbeat.
LEAD, almost whispered:
Ever since I was a kid...
I was different.
I had something in me
I couldn't explain.
Long silence.
LEAD:
EVER SINCE I WAS A KID,
I WAS A BEAST.
CHOIR, deep and distant:
A beast...
BOOOOOOM.
Massive log drum drop. Heavy bass. Long strings explode upward.
---
2017
Now the dreams had weight.
People started asking—
“What are you gonna become?”
I didn't have the whole answer.
But I had hunger.
And hunger
can take you places
talent never will.
---
2018
Pressure came.
Expectations.
Mistakes.
People judging things
they didn't understand.
I learned something:
You can't let everybody
write your story.
---
2019
Some people stayed.
Some people disappeared.
Some became memories.
Some became lessons.
I kept moving.
---
2020 — THE SILENCE
Everything disappears.
No drums.
Only piano, cello and distant atmosphere.
The world stopped.
Everything became quiet.
And for the first time,
I had to sit alone
with my own thoughts.
That's when I realized—
nobody was coming
to build my future for me.
It was mine.
---
2021
So I started building.
Slowly.
Bad days.
Good days.
Small wins.
Big mistakes.
Still moving.
---
2022
I learned that growing up
isn't becoming fearless.
It's being scared—
and moving anyway.
I fell.
I learned.
I got back up.
Again.
---
2023
I looked behind me
and saw how far I'd come.
That kid from 2007
wasn't a kid anymore.
Still unfinished.
Still learning.
But becoming somebody.
---
2024
Life got heavier.
Responsibilities.
Decisions.
Consequences.
But every difficult year
was putting another layer
on the person I was becoming.
Long strings begin rising.
---
2025
I looked back again.
The little boy.
The dreamer.
The confused one.
The one who made mistakes.
The one who nearly gave up.
They're all part of me.
I don't erase them.
I carry them.
---
2026 — THE BUILD
Low log drum begins.
BOOM...
Long strings.
BOOM...
I'm standing here now.
Not perfect.
Not finished.
But still standing.
Everything I've lost
gave me something.
Everything I've survived
left a mark.
And every mark says—
I'm still here.
Distant choir begins.
CHOIR:
Ooooooh...
Log drums grow heavier.
BOOM...
BOOM...
BOOM...
---
2027 — THE FINAL DROP
Everything cuts.
LEAD:
2007...
I was born.
2027...
I'm still here.
Twenty years.
Twenty years of falling.
Twenty years of learning.
Twenty years of becoming.
Deep log drum rumbling underneath.
And if you ask me
what changed...
Silence.
Everything.
Long pause.
Except one thing.
LEAD, whispered:
Ever since I was a kid...
CHOIR, whispering:
A beast...
LEAD:
I WAS A BEAST.
BOOOOOOOOOOM.
Massive log drums. Huge bass. Long strings. Full cinematic percussion.
CHOIR:
AHHHHHHHHHHH...
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FINAL RUN
I came from the little things.
The first steps.
The first dreams.
The first failures.
The nights nobody saw.
The moments nobody celebrated.
I carried all of it.
And now—
I'm walking forward
with every version of me
standing behind me.
No rewind.
No excuses.
No going back.
Strings soar higher.
LEAD:
2007—
The story just got started.
CHOIR, softly:
Just started...
LEAD:
2027—
One enormous log drum hit.
BOOM.
The story is still being written.
Long strings sustain.
Choir slowly fades.
END.