Pinkbeart Tales ( Sung from the parrot)
[GENRE] Nordic folk, deep house, ritual electronic, chant-driven [MOOD/ENERGY] soft, hypnotic, mystical, feminine, awestruck, flowing, late-night ritual energy [INSTRUMENTS] deep sub bass, soft kick, shakers, frame drums, tagelharpa, nyckelharpa, airy pads, deep bowed cello, layered vocals, light FX [BPM] 105 [FLOW] The track opens intimate and breathy with the vocal fully forward, carrying a sense of awe and quiet fascination. A smooth deep house groove gradually emerges, with soft percussion and warm sub bass creating a steady, hypnotic pulse. Verses feel observational and reverent, as if the narrator is watching a legend unfold in real time. Choruses expand through layered vocals and gentle chant repetition, building emotional lift rather than force. The cello acts as a sensual, emotional thread throughout, reinforcing the feeling of admiration and mythic beauty while the groove remains fluid and immersive.
Pinkbeart Tales ( Sung from the parrot)
[GENRE] Nordic folk, deep house, ritual electronic, chant-driven [MOOD/ENERGY] soft, hypnotic, mystical, feminine, awestruck, flowing, late-night ritual energy [INSTRUMENTS] deep sub bass, soft kick, shakers, frame drums, tagelharpa, nyckelharpa, airy pads, deep bowed cello, layered vocals, light FX [BPM] 105 [FLOW] The track opens intimate and breathy with the vocal fully forward, carrying a sense of awe and quiet fascination. A smooth deep house groove gradually emerges, with soft percussion and warm sub bass creating a steady, hypnotic pulse. Verses feel observational and reverent, as if the narrator is watching a legend unfold in real time. Choruses expand through layered vocals and gentle chant repetition, building emotional lift rather than force. The cello acts as a sensual, emotional thread throughout, reinforcing the feeling of admiration and mythic beauty while the groove remains fluid and immersive.
Lyrics
i sit where the cold air bends the sea
feathers pulled tight… just watching quietly
pink light drifting across the night
seven braids glowing… soft, not bright
longships move like they already know
every wave just lets them go
men don’t shout, they don’t fight
they just follow into the light
seven braids move
slow and true
pink light falls
pulling through
pinkbeart rising… i can see
something in him… pulling me
seven… seven… braids of light
they all move when he ignites
run if you want… they never do
they just drift into his view
kneel… kneel… not from fear
but like they all belong right here
seven…
seven…
i’ve seen gold fall from careless hands
i’ve seen silence across the land
no one breaks, no one resists
they just fade into moments like this
seven flames rise
soft in time
pink light spreads
feels like mine
pinkbeart rising… i can see
something in him… pulling me
seven… seven… braids of light
they all move when he ignites
they don’t run and they don’t hide
they just fall into the tide
kneel… kneel… not from fear
but like they’ve always belonged here
bring the oil… let it flow…
feed the flame… let it glow…
no more fear… no more fight…
just the pull… of the light…
seven…
seven…
pinkbeart rising… i can see
something in him… pulling me
seven… seven… braids of light
they all move when he ignites
no one fights and no one runs
they just stay until they’re one
kneel… kneel… not from fear
but like they all belong right here
pinkbeart… still…
moves the sea…
and i’m still here…
watching… quietly…