seasonal affair
Design a post hardcore surrealist blues-fusion track featuring a female lead vocal performed predominantly in the flageolet register — airy, high-pitched, and detached, evoking a dreamlike texture. The vocal tone should contrast ironically with the gritty, analog instrumental bed — giving the track a layered, dissonant texture that feels both polished and fractured.
seasonal affair
Design a post hardcore surrealist blues-fusion track featuring a female lead vocal performed predominantly in the flageolet register — airy, high-pitched, and detached, evoking a dreamlike texture. The vocal tone should contrast ironically with the gritty, analog instrumental bed — giving the track a layered, dissonant texture that feels both polished and fractured.
Lyrics
Verse 1
You bloom in autumn,
By June, I've accepted you're gone.
By August, I’ve moved on.
Then October hits — and we’re back where we began,
Like pumpkin spice — predictable, overpriced.
Still pretending this time’s “the time”,
That we might actually succeed.
But I’ve got a fifty-dollar bill that says —
Pre-Chorus
We’ll be done by Halloween —
You’ll ghost, or I’ll scare you away.
Trick ourselves like it’s a treat,
And sink our teeth into each other just to bleed.
Chorus
We’re seasonal —
We never stay.
October ends, and so do we
but --
It’s okay, it’s okay —
You were never meant to stay.
(We never meant it anyway.)
You were never meant to stay.
(We never meant it anyway.)
Verse 2
Legs Avenue Halloween for me.
You’re too cool to commit, so you’re just...
Fishnets and six-inch heels,
With a heart I rented for the season.
Tomorrow brings the inevitable —
A seed sown with good intentions,
Too perennial to remain.
And I’ll head back home for Thanksgiving alone.
Final Chorus
We’re seasonal —
We never stay.
October ends, and so do we
but --
It’s okay, it’s okay —
You were never meant to stay.
(We never meant it anyway.)
You were never meant to stay.
(We never meant it anyway.)
Outro – Soft or Spoken
You’re not gone, but you’re not near.
We were always just a seasonal affair, dear.
Some things wilt too fast to hold.
But I'll see you next year.