To Become
Crystal clear soundscape, electronic raspy bell like female low vocals, deep dynamic psy blend of electronica post rock euro pop at its core, enriched by new age psy dub flamenco and acoustic guitar melodies, grounded with folk fusion percussion on cajón, congas, and palmas, expanded through world-music textures and atmospheric synthesizers, and lifted into the soaring realm of vocal trance with euphoric synth leads, deep basslines, shimmering arpeggios, cinematic drops, and uplifting chord progressions—a soundscape both earthly and cosmic, intimate yet boundless.
To Become
Crystal clear soundscape, electronic raspy bell like female low vocals, deep dynamic psy blend of electronica post rock euro pop at its core, enriched by new age psy dub flamenco and acoustic guitar melodies, grounded with folk fusion percussion on cajón, congas, and palmas, expanded through world-music textures and atmospheric synthesizers, and lifted into the soaring realm of vocal trance with euphoric synth leads, deep basslines, shimmering arpeggios, cinematic drops, and uplifting chord progressions—a soundscape both earthly and cosmic, intimate yet boundless.
Lyrics
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To be tender, wild, and noisy,
To crave life so!
Charming and intelligent,
To be delightful!
More gentle than all who are and were,
To know no guilt..
Oh, the outrage, that in the grave
We all are equal!
To become what no one cherishes,
Oh, to turn to ice!
Not knowing what has been,
Nor what will come.
To forget how the heart once shattered
And healed again,
To forget my words and voice,
And the sheen of my hair.
A bracelet of ancient turquoise
Upon a stem,
On this narrow, this long
Hand of mine…
Like sketching out a little cloud
From far away,
For the pearly handle
A hand reached out.
How legs once leapt
Across the wattle fence,
To forget how, running by the road,
A shadow followed.
To forget how fervently in the azure,
How quiet the days…
All my mischiefs, all my storms,
And all my poems!
My miracle, fulfilled,
Will scatter with laughter.
I, forever rosy, shall become
Paler than all.
And they will not open so it must be
Oh, have pity!
Neither for sunset, nor for a gaze,
Nor for the fields.
My lowered eyelids
Not for a flower!
My earth, forgive me forever,
For all eternity.
Outro
And still the moons will melt away,
And snow will melt,
When this youthful,
Delightful age has rushed past.