๐๐ตแต๐ต๐๐ ๊๐ H๐๐E (๐๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ถ pt 6)
Bubblegum pop punk experimental antifolk shoegaze track kicks off with punk Ondes Martenot flourishes, layered in fractal radio staccato crwth and prismatic Stroh violin, Chapman stick bass and contrabass balalaika trade lovely syncopations, Vocalsโmale and female countertenor serenade with divine choral runsโrise over a whirlwind of crystal bubble synths and breaks, thunder drum accents throughout, and hydraulophone pulses, edging into a chaotic yet cyclical emo structure, pan flute and lyre textures intensify the avant-garde energy, while an djent backed all-vibrato chorus periodically blooms soaked in reverb, shifting in evolving arrangement, as terrifying keyed bowed chordophone interludes and soloes bring the structure into focus and close with fingerplucked 12-string electric guitar, Non-linear, yet cyclical motifs that recur in unpredictable yet symmetrical harmonic cycles, fusing acoustic tradition and wild passionate steampunk invention in worshipful styles and patterns
๐๐ตแต๐ต๐๐ ๊๐ H๐๐E (๐๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ถ pt 6)
Bubblegum pop punk experimental antifolk shoegaze track kicks off with punk Ondes Martenot flourishes, layered in fractal radio staccato crwth and prismatic Stroh violin, Chapman stick bass and contrabass balalaika trade lovely syncopations, Vocalsโmale and female countertenor serenade with divine choral runsโrise over a whirlwind of crystal bubble synths and breaks, thunder drum accents throughout, and hydraulophone pulses, edging into a chaotic yet cyclical emo structure, pan flute and lyre textures intensify the avant-garde energy, while an djent backed all-vibrato chorus periodically blooms soaked in reverb, shifting in evolving arrangement, as terrifying keyed bowed chordophone interludes and soloes bring the structure into focus and close with fingerplucked 12-string electric guitar, Non-linear, yet cyclical motifs that recur in unpredictable yet symmetrical harmonic cycles, fusing acoustic tradition and wild passionate steampunk invention in worshipful styles and patterns
Lyrics
Ohh
It was a summer of love
and august of hate
That I was
ill prepared
and ready for fate
I saw then
And couldn't pretend
And I
I let it begin
And it
It could be prob-le-matic
And it could be oh-so tragic
but holy hell it feels like magic
when
when I kiss you
(when I )
(when I kissed you)
I
Remember that time
I saw you smile
It was
so long ago
and a million miles
Would you
see me now and be
surprised
that I-
never hated
and
never despised
that I-
still love you
behind my eyes
I recall
it all
Every moment
in moment in bliss
Every stolen second
when we kissed-
And it-
It could be prob-le-matic
And oooh-so tragic
but holy hell it feels like magic
when
when I kiss you
It feels like true
Oh-
It could be prob-le-matic
And oooh-so tragic
but -holy hell- it felt like magic
when
when I kissed you
It still felt true
It still felt true
solo
And I knew deep inside
it had end
Far before it could ever begin
But I lied to myself again
and again
And I
see your touch in the places I miss
And I'd still trade these years
for one last kiss
Cuz-
It could
be prob-le-matic
An oh-so incredibly tragic
but holy hell it felt like magic
when-
when I kiss you
(when I kissed you)
(when I-)
(the last time I was true)
break solo
I
Remember that time
I saw you smile
It was
so long ago
and a million miles
I was
ill prepared
and ready for fate
It was a summer of love
and an august of hate...