Dying

Dark cinematic soft pop with an alt rock backbone over a low meditation drone, Close, dry male vocal up front, sung-spoken verses with quiet bite building to soaring declarative choruses, earnest nineties alt rock conviction inside a hushed modern production, Warm low synth drone holding the root all song, singing bowls, low bells, and handpan play the riffs instead of guitars, 82 BPM, straight feel: felt piano pulse, brushed percussion, sparse and insistent, dark stillness inside the beauty, Modal minor harmony, two or three chords, no big cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmonies and bowl swells, never louder drums; harmonies sustain underneath, never doubling the lead, which stays intelligible and forward, The bridge builds by repetition and pressure, not tempo, Ends on a bare repeated incantation over the exposed drone, unresolved, no fade out

[Instrumental Intro] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Verse 1 - Sung-Spoken, Quiet] Black suit, third row, your face on an easel, same year on your program as the one on my license. They're saying you never missed a Monday in thirty years, never raised your voice, never rocked the boat, kept every promise to people you never met. And the whole room is nodding along, like being good was gonna get you out of this.

[Chorus - Soaring] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good didn't buy you one more morning. All that safe never saved anybody yet. It came for you anyway.

[Verse 2 - Sung-Spoken, Quiet] In the parking lot the phones come out before the engines start, somebody's laughing at a text, somebody says "so, anyway," and everybody drives back to the same desks a little faster. And I catch my own mind running for the pile: the title on my door, the pew with my name on it, some building with a plaque, somebody's memory of me, stacking anything that looks like it might last between my body and the dirt.

[Chorus - Soaring] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good didn't buy you one more morning. All that safe never saved anybody yet. It came for you anyway.

[Bridge - Low, Building] I know why I keep my head down. There's a voice below the floor of me, old as the blood, quiet as a lock: step out of line and you're alone, and alone, nobody remembers you, and if nobody remembers you, you were never here.

[Bridge - Peak, Gritted] So I've been good. God, I've been so good. And that voice has been driving my whole life with my hands on the wheel.

[Final - Half-Spoken, Bare Drone] So here's what followed me home from your funeral, and it will not lie down: I'm going to die, and no good behavior gets me out of it, and the only thing still up for grabs is whether I live before I do. Or do I go to my grave the way they'll swear you went to yours, playing forever by somebody else's rules, never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[End]

Dark cinematic soft pop with an alt rock backbone over a low meditation drone, Close, dry male vocal up front, sung-spoken verses with quiet bite building to soaring declarative choruses, earnest nineties alt rock conviction inside a hushed modern production, Warm low synth drone holding the root all song, singing bowls, low bells, and handpan play the riffs instead of guitars, 82 BPM, straight feel: felt piano pulse, brushed percussion, sparse and insistent, dark stillness inside the beauty, Modal minor harmony, two or three chords, no big cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmonies and bowl swells, never louder drums; harmonies sustain underneath, never doubling the lead, which stays intelligible and forward, The bridge builds by repetition and pressure, not tempo, Ends on a bare repeated incantation over the exposed drone, unresolved, no fade out

[Instrumental Intro] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Verse 1 - Sung Quiet] Black suit, third row, your face on an easel, same year on your program as the one on my license. They're saying you never missed a Monday in thirty years, never raised your voice, never rocked the boat, kept every promise to people you never met. And the whole room is nodding along, like being good was gonna get you out of this.

[Chorus - Soaring] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good didn't buy you one more morning. All that safe never saved anybody yet. It came for you anyway.

[Verse 2 - Sung-Spoken, Quiet] In the parking lot the phones come out before the engines start, somebody's laughing at a text, somebody says "so, anyway," and everybody drives back to the same desks a little faster. And I catch my own mind running for the pile: the title on my door, the pew with my name on it, some building with a plaque, somebody's memory of me, stacking anything that looks like it might last between my body and the dirt.

[Chorus - Soaring] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good didn't buy you one more morning. All that safe never saved anybody yet. It came for you anyway.

[Bridge - Low, Building] I know why I keep my head down. There's a voice below the floor of me, old as the blood, quiet as a lock: step out of line and you're alone, and alone, nobody remembers you, and if nobody remembers you, you were never here.

[Bridge - Peak, Gritted] So I've been good. God, I've been so good. And that voice has been driving my whole life with my hands on the wheel.

[Final - Half-Spoken, Bare Drone] So here's what followed me home from your funeral, and it will not lie down: I'm going to die, and no good behavior gets me out of it, and the only thing still up for grabs is whether I live before I do. Or do I go to my grave the way they'll swear you went to yours, playing forever by somebody else's rules, never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[End]

Hushed, dark cinematic soft pop over a low meditation drone, Close, dry male vocal up front, quiet and confessional, conviction carried by the voice alone, sung-spoken verses over a breathing bed, Warm low synth drone holding the root all song, singing bowls, low bells, and handpan play the riffs instead of guitars, 78 BPM, half-time feel: felt piano thump, brushed percussion, sparse and unhurried, Modal minor harmony, two or three chords, no big cadences, resolution by settling, Dark stillness inside the beauty: haunted dream pop melancholy, restrained low male ache, slow string swells, negative space, spacious neoclassical ambient bed, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmony pads and bowl swells, harmonies sustain underneath, never doubling the lead, No electric guitars, no distorted guitars, no rock drums, no drum escalation, no belting, no screaming, Ends on a bare repeated incantation over the exposed drone, unresolved, no fade out

[Instrumental Intro] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1] Black suit, third row, your face on an easel, the year on your program is the one on my license. Thirty years, never missed a Monday, never raised your voice. And the whole room nods along, like good was gonna get you out of this.

[Chorus - Rising Harmonies] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good never bought one more morning. All that safe never saved a soul. It came for you anyway.

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Unhurried] In the parking lot the phones are out before the engines start. Somebody laughs. Somebody says (so, anyway). Everybody drives back a little faster. And I catch my mind running for the pile: the title, the pew with my name on it, the plaque, somebody's memory of me, stacking anything that might last between my body and the dirt.

[Chorus - Rising Harmonies] You did everything right, and it came for you anyway. Kept every rule like religion, and it came for you anyway. All that good never bought one more morning. All that safe never saved a soul. It came for you anyway.

[Bridge - Low, Building] I know why I keep my head down. There's a voice below the floor of me, old as the blood: step out of line and you're alone, and alone, nobody remembers you, and if nobody remembers you, you were never here.

[Bridge - Peak, Aching] So I've been good. God, I've been so good. And that voice has been driving my whole life with my hands on the wheel.

[Final - Half-Spoken, Bare Drone] So here's what followed me home from your funeral, and it will not lie down: I'm going to die. No good behavior gets me out of it. The only thing still up for grabs is whether I live before I do. Or do I go to my grave the way they'll swear you went to yours, playing forever by somebody else's rules, never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[Refrain - Bare] Never having been here.

[...]

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, Close, dry male vocal, confessional sung-spoken verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints once beneath the verses like a childhood memory, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmonies like a choir of one voice and slow cello swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the spoken drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then everything falls away and the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum Begins, Soft Heartbeat] [...] [Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Sung-Spoken, Close, Almost Beatless] There's an argument in my head, and it's been running since I was small, what I should do, what I shouldn't, what a good person would, and I always took it for conscience, I took it for wisdom, and it promises the same thing every time I obey: be good now, and you get to live later. I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Harmonies Fall Away] [...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space] And here's the strange part: I've already tasted something like heaven, some afternoons so whole I wouldn't trade them for the promised one, and I've done my time in something like hell, whole years so scared of getting it wrong that nothing ever got lived, and both of them were here, while I was still breathing. So I can't tell what all this being careful is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once] [...] [...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens] Tonight I can hear it underneath all the should and shouldn't, a scared kid reciting rules from the year I learned that people die, still sure that being good will make me the exception, and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum] [...]

[Spoken Word, Male, Calm] don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward] But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows, and the voice knows least of all. The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice, but it doesn't get to call itself wisdom anymore,

[...]

[Half-Spoken, Dry] and tonight that's enough.

[Instrumental - Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone] [...]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow] I'm living now.

[Chant - Male Harmonies Stacking, Slower] I'm living now.

[Chant - Full Choir of One Voice, Peak, Slowest, Longest Hold] I'm living now.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo] I'm living now.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air] I'm living now.

[...]

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, Close, dry male vocal, confessional sung-spoken verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints once beneath the verses like a childhood memory, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmonies like a choir of one voice and slow cello swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the spoken drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then everything falls away and the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone Alone] [...] [Instrumental Intro - Two-Note Pendulum Begins, Soft Heartbeat] [...] [Instrumental Intro - Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Sung-Spoken, Close, Almost Beatless] There's an argument in my head, and it's been running since I was small, what I should do, what I shouldn't, what a good person would, and I always took it for conscience, I took it for wisdom, and it promises the same thing every time I obey: be good now, and you get to live later. I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Harmonies Fall Away] [...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space] And here's the strange part: I've already tasted something like heaven, some afternoons so whole I wouldn't trade them for the promised one, and I've done my time in something like hell, whole years so scared of getting it wrong that nothing ever got lived, and both of them were here, while I was still breathing. So I can't tell what all this being careful is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once] [...] [...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens] Tonight I can hear it underneath all the should and shouldn't, a scared kid reciting rules from the year I learned that people die, still sure that being good will make me the exception, and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum] [...]

[Spoken Word, Male, Calm] don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low] [...]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward] But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows, and the voice knows least of all. The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice, but it doesn't get to call itself wisdom anymore,

[...]

[Half-Spoken, Dry] and tonight that's enough.

[Instrumental - Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone] [...]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow] I'm living now.

[Chant - Male Harmonies Stacking, Slower] I'm living now.

[Chant - Full Choir of One Voice, Peak, Slowest, Longest Hold] I'm living now.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo] I'm living now.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air] I'm living now.

[...]

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, Long instrumental opening before the voice enters, Close, dry male vocal, conversational and confessional verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints once beneath the verses, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: stacked male harmonies like a choir of one voice and slow cello swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone Alone]

[...]

[Instrumental Intro - Two-Note Pendulum Begins, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Instrumental Intro - Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[...]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless] There's an argument in my head, and it's been running since I was small, what I should do, what I shouldn't, what a good person would, and I always took it for conscience, I took it for wisdom, and it promises the same thing every time I obey: be good now, and you get to live later. I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Harmonies Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space] And here's the strange part: I've already tasted something like heaven, some afternoons so whole I wouldn't trade them for the promised one, and I've done my time in something like hell, whole years so scared of getting it wrong that nothing ever got lived, and both of them were here, while I was still breathing. So I can't tell what all this being careful is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Rising Male Harmony Stacks, Slow Cello Swell, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen, I'm taking today back from the should and the shouldn't, and when the argument starts up, it finds me living, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once]

[...]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens] Tonight I can hear it underneath all the should and shouldn't, a scared kid reciting rules from the year I learned that people die, still sure that being good will make me the exception, and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm] don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[...]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward] But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows, and the voice knows least of all. The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice, but it doesn't get to call itself wisdom anymore,

[...]

[Breathy, Dry] and tonight that's enough.

[Instrumental - Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow] I'm living now.

[Chant - Male Harmonies Stacking, Slower] I'm living now.

[Chant - Full Choir of One Voice, Peak, Slowest, Longest Hold] I'm living now.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo] I'm living now.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air] I'm living now.

[...]

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, Long instrumental opening, One single close dry male voice, never doubled, conversational and confessional verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints beneath the verses, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: slow cello and bowl swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone Alone]

[...]

[Instrumental Intro - Two-Note Pendulum Begins, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Instrumental Intro - Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[...]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless] There's an argument in my head, and it's been running since I was small, what I should do, what I shouldn't, what a good person would, and I always took it for conscience, I took it for wisdom, and it promises the same thing every time I obey: be good now, and you get to live later. I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen. When my mind gets loud, my voice is louder. Today is mine, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Swells Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space] And here's the strange part: I've already tasted something like heaven, some afternoons so whole I wouldn't trade them for the promised one, and I've done my time in something like hell, whole years so scared of getting it wrong that nothing ever got lived, and both of them were here, while I was still breathing. So I can't tell what all this being careful is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance] So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen. When my mind gets loud, my voice is louder. Today is mine, and I'm saying what I mean while I've still got the breath to say it, because nobody ever got out of dying by being good, and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once]

[...]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens] Tonight I can hear it underneath all the should and shouldn't, a scared kid reciting rules from the year I learned that people die, still sure that being good will make me the exception, and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm] don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[...]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward] But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows, and the voice knows least of all. The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice, but it doesn't get to call itself wisdom anymore,

[...]

[Breathy, Dry] and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising] I'm dying either way, and I'm going to do it on my terms, my way, my life, no longer one of the living dead.

[Instrumental - Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow] I am alive. I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed Swells Grow, Slower] I am here. I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds] I am alive. I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo] I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air] I am.

[...]

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, One single close dry male voice, never doubled, conversational and confessional verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints beneath the verses, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: slow cello and bowl swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head.

It's been running since I was small:

what I should do, what I shouldn't,

and I took it for wisdom.

It makes the same promise every time:

be good now, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later

my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now,  I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Swells Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

some afternoons so whole I wouldn't trade them for the promised one,

and I've done my time in something like hell,

whole years so scared of getting it wrong that nothing ever got lived,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[. . .]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed Swells Grow, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

A dark meditation drone that thinks: two low notes rocking slowly back and forth like an argument, tanpura warmth over a soft felt heartbeat thump at resting pulse, One single close dry male voice, never doubled, conversational and confessional verses, almost beatless, wide negative space, Handpan and low singing bowls trade the two-note pendulum instead of guitars, a faint faraway music box glints beneath the verses, 78 BPM, half-time feel, unhurried, Modal minor harmony, no cadences, tension that settles without resolving, Choruses lift by texture only: slow cello and bowl swells rising over the unmoved drone, never louder drums, At the drop the bed strips naked to the bare pendulum in silence, Closing chant: each repeat slower and longer, then the two rocking notes settle into one still root note under the final bare voice, ending in room air, no fade out, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head.

what I should do and what I shouldn't,

be good now, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now,  I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Swells Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Slow Cello and Bowl Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Handpan Solo - Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat, Music Box Answers Once]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[. . .]

[Chant - Affirmation, Solo Voice Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed Swells Grow, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice, Bed at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Stripped Bare, Solo Voice and Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Bare Voice, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark cinematic horror score, two low notes rocking like a pendulum in a dark room, heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Dissonant bowed strings rising in the choruses, distant detuned music box, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, almost beatless, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Swells Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it, the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark cinematic horror score, two low notes rocking like a pendulum in a dark room, tanpura drone and felt heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Bowed singing bowls and low dissonant strings rising in the choruses, distant detuned music box beneath the verses, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, almost beatless, Dread inside beauty, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude - Pendulum and Heartbeat Only, Swells Fall Away]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it, the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Male Vocal] [Bridge - Building Back, Voice Forward]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark and beautiful, two low notes rocking slowly like a pendulum, tanpura drone and felt heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, almost beatless, Intimate and unsettling but warm, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it, the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark and beautiful, tanpura drone and felt heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, almost beatless, Intimate and unsettling but warm

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the noise turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it, the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark and beautiful, tanpura drone and felt heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, half-time, wide negative space, almost beatless, Intimate and unsettling but warm

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge - The Revelation, Bite in the Consonants, Bed Darkens]

Tonight I can hear it, the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying and being dead,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

and every should it's ever handed me comes down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

But there are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark and beautiful soft pop, two low notes rocking slowly like a pendulum, tanpura drone and felt heartbeat pulse, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark soft pop, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Male Vocal] [Soft Verse 1 - Intimate, Close, Almost Beatless]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark soft indie pop with light indian influences and horror score, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Verse 1]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been paying into later my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

Now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark soft indie pop with light indian influences and horror score, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Verse 1]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been playing that game my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

And now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[Bridge]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings Swell, Slower]

I am here.

I am free.

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Strings at Full Swell, Slowest, Longest Holds]

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark soft indie pop with light indian influences and horror score, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Verse 1]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been playing that game my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

And now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[…]

[Bridge]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

I am here.

I am free.

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]

Dark soft indie pop with light indian influences and horror score, One single close dry male voice never doubled, Singing bowls and warm low strings rising in the choruses, distant music box beneath the verses, soft piano chords, 78 BPM half-time, wide negative space, Intimate and cinematic, Chant is one solo voice only no other voices join, No vocal harmonies, no choir, no stacked vocals, no additional voices, no electric guitars, no rock drums, no belting, heartfelt

[Instrumental Intro - Low Drone, Two-Note Pendulum, Soft Heartbeat]

[...]

[Faint Music Box, Far Away, Half Remembered]

[Verse 1]

There's an argument in my head, been there since I was small:

what I should do and what I shouldn't, and I took it for wisdom.

Be good now, it says, and you get to live later.

But I've been playing that game my whole life.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

And now, I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[...]

[Soft Verse 2 - Slower Than Verse 1, More Space]

I've already tasted something like heaven,

and I've done my time in hell,

and both of them were here, while I was still breathing.

So I can't tell what all this being holy is supposed to be buying.

[Chorus - Solo Voice, Dissonant String Swells, Quiet Defiance]

So I'm done paying into a later no one's ever seen.

When the voice turns up, my voice is louder.

Today is mine, I'm reclaiming it while I've still got the breath to say it,

because nobody ever got out of dying by being good,

and I'm dying either way.

[Bowed Strings, Sparse, Over Drone and Heartbeat]

[...]

[Bridge]

Tonight I can hear the argument bubbling

a scared kid afraid of dying,

still sure that being good will make me the exception,

but every promise it ever made came down to the same two words:

[Bed Strips to Bare Pendulum]

[...]

[Breathy, Bare, Calm]

don't die.

[Silence, Then Drone Returns Low]

[…]

[Bridge: soft singing almost acapella]

There are no exceptions, and nobody living knows what follows,

and the voice knows least of all.

The argument will be back tomorrow, it's had a lifetime of practice,

but it doesn't get to call itself me anymore,

[Breathy, Dry]

and tonight that's enough.

[Final Statement - Solo Voice Forward, Bed Rising]

I'm dying either way,

and I'm doing it on my own terms,

my way, my life,

no longer one of the living dead.

[Everything Falls Away to Bare Drone]

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only Over Drone, Slow]

I am alive.

I am alive.

I am here.

I am free.

I am alive.

I am mine.

[...]

[Chant - Solo Voice Only, Stripped Bare, Drone Only, No Tempo]

I am alive.

[...]

[Outro - The Two Pendulum Notes Settle Into One Still Root Note] [Chant - Solo Voice Only, Bare, Room Air]

I am.

[End]