Traces
50% Dark Synth-Funk + 50% Dark Folk + 40% Industrial Funk, BPM 100-110, male lead, choir on chorus, bass guitar leads rhythm, acoustic + synth textures, pseudo-bravura, atmospheric
Traces
50% Dark Synth-Funk + 50% Dark Folk + 40% Industrial Funk, BPM 100-110, male lead, choir on chorus, bass guitar leads rhythm, acoustic + synth textures, pseudo-bravura, atmospheric
Lyrics
TECH TASK: 50% Dark Synth-Funk + 50% Dark Folk, with 40% Industrial Funk elements, BPM 100-110, male vocal lead, choir on chorus, bass guitar leads rhythm, gritty synths, acoustic guitar and dark folk textures, industrial percussion accents, atmospheric pads, occasional glitch effects, pseudo-bravura tension, syncopated rhythms, intro/outro atmospheric. Use [Intro], [Verse], [Chorus], [Break], [Outro] for sections.
Intro
Descending to the mighty river,
Traces in the sand — we all leave.
Charon’s boat glides through the night,
While ripples linger, fading out of sight.
Verse 1
A good time has come,
Now it’s fashionable to fast, and to post all in a row:
Good churches, good children,
Poems that feel deeply, scented with feral musk.
No one flaunts their lack of recognition anymore.
Not people — peanuts,
Shelled clean from the husk.
Verse 2
The age of acceptance has arrived:
New unnecessary things
Outlast us and know nothing of the Last Judgment.
Where this train is heading
Only one madman sees,
or — to stay PC — the misunderstood one.
Chorus
Descending to the mighty river,
Traces in the sand — we all leave.
Charon’s boat glides through the night,
While ripples linger, fading out of sight.
Verse 3
The majority’s correctness is primitive:
“Like” and “dislike”;
Thumbs up,
Or thumbs down.
Since the times of the Colosseum, almost nothing has changed.
Life is so clear, intuitively,
That it seems: God is a football player.
Verse 4
And no one interferes,
Everyone is busy with yoga and "self-improvement":
Not to get angry,
Do what i-gurus’ say.
Read more,
"He who reads books will always control the TV viewer,"
And another million
Worn-out quotes.
Break
But life is such
That people joyfully shout in chorus: "Barabbas!"
Make shots
"Three… seven… ace… I double."
Photographs of little kittens, in social media drowned,
Blow their last bubbles.
Chorus
Descending to the mighty river,
Traces in the sand — we all leave.
Charon’s boat glides through the night,
While ripples linger, fading out of sight.
Outro
Descending to the mighty river,
Traces in the sand — we all leave.
Charon’s boat glides through the night,
While ripples linger, fading out of sight.