Imagine
A raw, experimental Belgian alternative edgy rock track with slightly surreal, understated tension, inspired by early dEUS. Start with angular, staccato guitar stabs and dry, nervous drums; >sharp, irregular, slightly disjointed. Let the staccato gradually dissolve into a hypnotic, looping groove: repetitive, unstable, seductive, quietly dangerous. Gritty, detuned bass that locks into a trance‑like pulse. Female spoken‑word vocals with a Belgian deadpan edge; intimate, fragmented, almost whispered, drifting in and out of the groove. Subtle surreal textures, scraping noises, unexpected breaks, abrupt dynamic shifts. A smoky, claustrophobic basement‑bar atmosphere. The overall feel should move from tension to trance: raw, progressive, strange, unsettling; something between music, poetry, and a nervous system glitch.
Imagine
A raw, experimental Belgian alternative edgy rock track with slightly surreal, understated tension, inspired by early dEUS. Start with angular, staccato guitar stabs and dry, nervous drums; >sharp, irregular, slightly disjointed. Let the staccato gradually dissolve into a hypnotic, looping groove: repetitive, unstable, seductive, quietly dangerous. Gritty, detuned bass that locks into a trance‑like pulse. Female spoken‑word vocals with a Belgian deadpan edge; intimate, fragmented, almost whispered, drifting in and out of the groove. Subtle surreal textures, scraping noises, unexpected breaks, abrupt dynamic shifts. A smoky, claustrophobic basement‑bar atmosphere. The overall feel should move from tension to trance: raw, progressive, strange, unsettling; something between music, poetry, and a nervous system glitch.
Lyrics
as an open wound,
that receptive place
where you can
see that wind
that makes my world tick
that deep sigh of recognition
open as a window yet to be installed
high draft
on the 99th floor
somewhere at the shoreline…
that’s open… that’s vast
wide‑spaced and deep
dangerous depth,
danger at the edge of a cliff
can’t speak, the fall that sucks you in
I am that sigh you can’t whisper
the high‑tension lust that keeps you crawling,
that rainbow
going right through the window,
on that tip of the zenith curve
arching the sparks through the sky…
I am all of that with all my love
When you lie to yourself
you feel your blood turning…
I am that tremor
that can break your surface
When you try to forget
you can feel my shadow
creeping under your skeleton
My breath cutting you to devastation
tearing you to frightening hights
from the inside
I am
the dying under the ribcage
I am
the mirror that cracks you open
I am
the veil that cloaks you under the skin
I am
the crack you fell hard into
I am
the bruise behind your heartbeat
softly under my tongue
All of that, all of that
always with wide open love