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52Hz Techno-Totem Love Song

metal, Hyper-eclectic carnival of sound: 52Hz whale-call synths under a swaggering blues-gospel groove. Sexy male lead with smoky vibrato, sultry female gang-chorus stacked in thirds. Verses ride a skanking ska guitar and rockabilly slap bass, cowbell and maracas ticking. Choruses explode into surfy slide guitar, mariachi brass, pan pipes and French horn swells, with bursts of bagpipe and didgeridoo for psychedelic extremes. Middle eight swings into tango-mambo with accordion, violin, and bandoneon-like bouzouki textures, then slams into blast-beat death-metal guitars and hurdy-gurdy drones before a gospel shout outro. Whistling hooks, yodeled ad-libs, harmonica and mouth harp fills, xylophone and steel drum sparkles, glass armonica shimmers, hammer dulcimer arpeggios, pipe organ stabs, and saxophone moans glue it all together. Male vocals; female chorus velvety and bold., blues, violin, male vocals, gospel, native american, ska, swing, mambo, death metal, saxophone, tango, harp, accordion, rockabilly, didgeridoo, mariachi

H.K.A.D.·3:17

Lyrics

Verse 1

Oh old bard

Staring at your feather and ink

I got a laptop altar

Glowing like a neon drink

You say “child

These gears ain’t sacred”

As you tighten your leather string

I say “grandpa

That flint was cutting edge

When it was the latest thing” (oh yeah)

Chorus

Can’t you bless these new tools of the trade?

Turn the wheel on the fire you made

From the drum in your chest

To the wire in the wall

It’s the same old spell

Just a different call

Can’t you bless these new tools of the trade?

Every byte just another blade

From the bone and the stone

To the code in my hand

It’s the same old song

The same old band (hey!)

Verse 2

You carved stories

Into canyon walls at dawn

I trace legends on a touchscreen

While the coffee’s barely on

You once danced

To the rattle and the rain

I’m still chasing that same wild spirit

Through the flicker of a screen-lit windowpane (woah)

Chorus

Can’t you bless these new tools of the trade?

Turn the wheel on the fire you made

From the drum in your chest

To the wire in the wall

It’s the same old spell

Just a different call

Can’t you bless these new tools of the trade?

Every byte just another blade

From the bone and the stone

To the code in my hand

It’s the same old song

The same old band

Bridge

You raise your eyes

To the smoke and the stars

I raise my mic

To a choir of avatars

But when the crowd goes quiet

And the echo fades thin

It’s just you and me and a story

Waiting to begin

Chorus

So bless these wild new tools of the trade

Let them dance with the fire you made

From the drum in your chest

To the wire in the wall

It’s the same old spell

Answering the same old call

Bless the clay

Bless the chip

Bless the hand and the hand-made

’Cause love is the oldest

And the sharpest blade

In every age

It’s the truest tool of the trade (oh yeah)

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