keep on living
[genre: alt-country, grunge-leaning emo country pop punk, garage] [tempo:123 BPM] [key:F major] [instruments: slap chopper banjo (percussive, aggressive) + bright alt-country banjo phrasing, fuzzy rhythm guitar (dry, cutting), overdriven bass (tight attack, short sustain, mid-low grit, minimal sub; reinforces banjo impact without overtaking it), drums (deep tight kick layered with short 808 transient, dry snare, no bounce)] [effects: distortion, feedback bursts, banjo slides, amp breakup] [mood: rebellious, desperate, honest] [Prologue – 8 bars] Banjo slap chopper + F5 guitar riff.Raw build, no release. Brief feedback fade, [Vocal – FIXED] Female vocal: very hard raspy & husky, hard breathy,vibrato,raw,whisper to explosive,voice must crack, break, nearly collapse,scream + country rasp, chant hooks like broken room shouting.
keep on living
[genre: alt-country, grunge-leaning emo country pop punk, garage] [tempo:123 BPM] [key:F major] [instruments: slap chopper banjo (percussive, aggressive) + bright alt-country banjo phrasing, fuzzy rhythm guitar (dry, cutting), overdriven bass (tight attack, short sustain, mid-low grit, minimal sub; reinforces banjo impact without overtaking it), drums (deep tight kick layered with short 808 transient, dry snare, no bounce)] [effects: distortion, feedback bursts, banjo slides, amp breakup] [mood: rebellious, desperate, honest] [Prologue – 8 bars] Banjo slap chopper + F5 guitar riff.Raw build, no release. Brief feedback fade, [Vocal – FIXED] Female vocal: very hard raspy & husky, hard breathy,vibrato,raw,whisper to explosive,voice must crack, break, nearly collapse,scream + country rasp, chant hooks like broken room shouting.
Lyrics
I struggled to grasp it,
but it was already gone.
Flowers wither,
yet they never speak.
Death comes sudden,
without reason.
I embrace the sound
that outlives every truth,
and keep on living.
A wish begins to vanish
the moment it blooms.
Every desire fulfilled
etches the shadow of its end.
“Remember!!!
You are blessed
you are alive!”
Common sense is nothing but prejudice.
All we are is what experience left behind.
After the dream
I thought was mine,
I wanted more,
I suffered,
I lost my way,
led astray by desire.
Kindness can be cruel.
“Freedom” is a map
laid down by someone.
Love is a spiral
tightening in the veins.
Everyone, somewhere,
loses everything.
Lamenting is useless.
“I understand”
a lie.
Empathy is nothing but comfort.
If all you do is deny,
then stay silent…
Clinging to what can’t be seen,
searching for love and happiness,
trapped inside the snares of thought.
A lie is carved deeper than truth
as the wreckage of feeling.
Everything we gain is already bound to loss.
Flowers fall without farewell.
We can never see our own ending.
We can never even feel it.
Every wish, every hope,
is destined to end.
Led astray by desire.
The moment something is mine,
it already belongs to time.
I struggled to grasp it,
but it was already gone.
A lie is carved deeper than truth
as the wreckage of feeling.
I cling to the sound that outlives every truth.
Clinging to what can’t be seen,
searching for love and happiness,
trapped inside the snares of thought.
I struggled to grasp it,
but it was already gone.
Flowers fall without farewell.
We can never see our own ending.
We can never even feel it.
I struggled to grasp it,
but it was already gone.
Don’t blame.
Don’t mourn.
I embrace the sound
that outlives every truth,
and keep on living.