Youtor
First Word
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Lyrics: me • Music: https://www.udio.com/ • Prompt:Hard Rock, Post-Grunge, Acoustic Rock, Pop Rock, female vocalist, singer-songwriter, uncommon time signatures, blues rock, • ---------------------------------------------------------- 12 • [verse 1] • On the great red gash of horny precipice. • You are sure only of yourself and the dripping ice. • Trees like stalagmites against a porcupine sky! • Chaff flash space ships sprinkled on high. • ---------------------------------------------------------- 25 • [chorus] • wind through the canyon and echoes of same. • you feel exactly as if you were speaking her name. • earth offers no answer, the trees struck dumb • not a sound to be heard under the blood red sun • [Bridge] • ---------------------------------------------------------- 38 • [verse 2] • Your panic rising spacewise as a bird. • Your taken breath the last sound she ever heard. • Each inch of travel becomes tropical • Your giant dusty boots startling gazelle • ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 • [chorus variation] • wind through the canyon and echoes of same. • you feel exactly as if you were speaking her name. • earth offers no answer, the trees struck dumb • not a sound to be heard under the blood red sun • ---------------------------------------------------------- 62 • [verse 3] • Eyes rising to forge a connection anew. • Tears streaming down and your vision a blur. • Heart thundering on towards your debut. • Darkness closing around your first word. • ---------------------------------------------------------- 75 • [final chorus] • wind through the canyon and echoes of same. • you feel exactly as if you were speaking her name. • earth offers no answer, the trees struck dumb • not a sound to be heard under the blood red sun • [Outro] • ---------------------------------------------------------- 88 • ---------------------------------------------------------- 100 • Adapted from the poem: • a single word • on the great red rag gash of horny precipice • you are sure only of yourself and echoes of same • trees dripping like stalactites against a porcupine sky • and chaff flash space ships sprinkled heavenwards • you feel exactly as if you were speaking her name • the clay earth offers no answer, the trees struck dumb • your panic rising spacewise as a dragon or a bird • each inch of travel becomes a darling tropical savanna • your giant dusty boots startling troops of gazelle • all while wondering if you've managed a single word
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