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FLAtLiNeS V.4

TEMPO/KEY: 100 BPM • E MINOR • ALT-POP/INDIE-RAP DUO ENERGY PALETTE: DETUNED UPRIGHT PIANO (LO-FI), WARM ANALOG SUB, TIGHT DRY DRUMS, CHOPPED VOCAL BITS, GHOST CHOIR PADS, GLOCK PINGS DRUMS: SIDECHAINED KICK (PUNCH @60–80HZ), SNAPPY RIM/CLAP ON 2&4, OFF-GRID HAT SWING (57%), OCCASIONAL TRIPLET FILL; MUTE ROOM, CLOSE MIC’D BASS: RUBBERY MONO SUB, SHORT DECAY, SLIDES AT SECTION ENDS; LOCKED TO KICK VERSE (SPOKEN-MELODIC): LOW CHEST, INTIMATE, INNER-MONOLOGUE RHYTHM; INTERNAL RHYMES, QUICK CADENCE SWITCHES; PAUSES AS PERCUSSION PRE: PIANO HIGH-PASS, ADD 1/8 DELAY TAILS, WHISPER LAYER WIDE HOOK (SOARING MELODIC): OCTAVE-DOUBLED LEAD + FALSETTO HARMONIES; ANTHEMIC BUT RESTRAINED; LYRICAL THEME = BASEMENT/STAIRS = DESCENT/ASCENT, DOUBT→RESOLVE BRIDGE: HALF-TIME, DETUNED TAPE WOW/FLUTTER, REVERSE PIANO SWELLS, SINGLE BAR OF SILENCE → DROP FX: MICRO-GLITCHES, RADIO BUZZ TEXTURE, BREATH SUCK-INS AS TRANSITIONS MIX: VOCALS DRY-FORWARD, PIANO MID-FOCUSED, SUB CLEAN CENTER; BUS GLUE 2:1; AIR @12KH

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Lyrics

TITLE: “FLATLINES & FIREWORKS”

TEMPO/KEY: 108 BPM • D MAJOR (LEANING MIXOLYDIAN)

VIBE: GLITCHY BEDROOM-BEAT + TWINKLE GUITARS + SOFT-CRACKLING SYNTHS, LONELY-BUT-LIFTED

VERSE 1

I’M COUNTING STREETLAMPS LIKE A STRING OF MISSED CALLS,

GHOSTS IN THE GLASS OF A MIDNIGHT STALL.

YOU LEFT A VOICEMAIL THAT I STILL WON’T PLAY,

SCARED OF THE WAY YOUR “HEY” COULD CARRY MY DAY.

WEATHER APP SAYS “RAIN,” BUT IT’S JUST MY EYES,

I’M REFRESHING MAPS OF OUR PAST GOODBYES.

MIDWEST HIGHWAYS HUMMING UNDER MY SKIN—

IF I DRIVE ENOUGH MILES, DO I TURN BACK IN?

PRE-CHORUS

GLITCHED DRUMS TAP LIKE TEETH IN THE COLD,

8-BIT STARLIGHT, CIRCUITS OF GOLD.

YOUR NAME IN THE STATIC, I HEAR IT AGAIN—

AM I JUST A SIGNAL YOU LOST IN THE WIND?

CHORUS

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS,

WHERE EVERY LITTLE HEARTBREAK STILL KIND OF WORKS.

WE’LL TAPE UP THE SKY WITH POLAROID TAPE,

AND LET OUR LITTLE LIES MAKE A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE.

IF LOVE IS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND,

WRITE IT ON MY RIBS, I’LL READ IT AGAIN.

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS—

I’LL BE THERE, I’LL BE THERE FIRST.

VERSE 2

I’VE GOT A TOTE BAG FULL OF THINGS TO FORGET—

OLD TICKET STUBS AND A SUNSET YOU SAID.

YOUR HOODIE STILL SMELLS LIKE QUIET APARTMENTS,

RADIATOR HISS, LATE-NIGHT ENCHANTMENTS.

GUITARS LIKE CONSTELLATIONS PICKING THEIR WAY,

ARPEGGIOS FALLING LIKE SOFT MIDWEST RAIN.

IF WE’RE JUST A LOOP I KEEP STARTING FROM SCRATCH,

WHY DO MY HANDS STILL REACH FOR THE LATCH?

PRE-CHORUS

QUARTZ-CLICK METRO IN THE BELLY OF TIME,

E-MAIL DRAFTS BLINKING “ARE YOU FINE?”

YOUR TEXTS LIKE SPARKS UNDER FROSTED GLASS—

IF I TYPE YOUR NAME, DOES THE SIGNAL LAST?

CHORUS

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS,

WHERE EVERY LITTLE HEARTBREAK STILL KIND OF WORKS.

WE’LL TAPE UP THE SKY WITH POLAROID TAPE,

AND LET OUR LITTLE LIES MAKE A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE.

IF LOVE IS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND,

WRITE IT ON MY RIBS, I’LL READ IT AGAIN.

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS—

I’LL BE THERE, I’LL BE THERE FIRST.

[BRIDGE] (HALF-TIME, VOCODER HARMONIES)

IF YOU CALL ME FROM THE PARKING LOT SNOW,

I’LL ANSWER LIKE A SONG ONLY WE KNOW.

IF YOU SAY “MEET ME,” I’LL RUN THE RED LIGHTS—

SOMETIMES THE WRONG ROAD FEELS SO RIGHT.

IF YOU’RE JUST A GHOST IN MY WI-FI HEART,

HAUNT ME ‘TIL WE LEARN HOW TO RESTART.

[POST-BRIDGE DROP] (DRUMS BACK, GUITAR TWINKLES)

OOH—OOH—OOH— I’M STILL YOUR NORTH,

OOH—OOH—OOH— PULL ME FORTH.

FINAL CHORUS

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS,

WHERE EVERY LITTLE HEARTBREAK STILL KIND OF WORKS.

WE’LL TAPE UP THE SKY WITH POLAROID TAPE,

AND LET OUR LITTLE LIES MAKE A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE.

IF LOVE IS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND,

WRITE IT ON MY RIBS, I’LL READ IT AGAIN—

MEET ME WHERE THE FLATLINES KISS THE FIREWORKS…

I’M THERE, I’M THERE FIRST.

[OUTRO] (SOFT)

RADIO SNOW, TWO HEARTS IN THE DIAL,

IF YOU HEAR ME NOW—STAY FOR A WHILE.

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