🔥 [Intro — “The Circle”]

(Low lights, deep drums. Audience claps in 6/8 time.)

[Voice]:

“This is a story of four dogs… and all of us.”

(Audience roars.)

“When I say four, you say dogs!”

[Voice]: “FOUR!”

[Audience]: “DOGS!”

[Voice]: “FOUR!”

[Audience]: “DOGS!”

🐺 [Verse I — The War Dog]

(Acoustic guitar prepared, intimate voice.)

The first dog walks without bones in his mouth,

his skin resembles iron and the night.

He clings to the walls like a shadow that doesn't speak,

he carries the weight of the days without asking for anything.

(The audience sways, blue lights.)

🐾 [Verse II — The Bastard]

(Enter bass and side drums.)

The second is a bastard who knows hunger and quiet,

he lives under the foot of man and above the dust.

When he falls, his tail grows again in the wind,

like a seed that doesn't want to stop growing.

🌘 [Pre-Chorus — Call & Response]

[Voice]:

And the street becomes a square…

[Audience]:

SQUARE!

[Voice]:

The square becomes a voice…

[Audience]:

VOICE!

[Voice]:

The night falls slowly…

[Audience]:

SLOW!

[Voice]:

Like a curtain on the cross.

(Strings and guitars enter in crescendo.)

🌕 [Chorus — “The Moon is Ours”]

(Post-rock explosion, tribal choruses.)

If the moon were ours,

we'd all sing together.

Four dogs and a thousand men

searching for a true name.

Choral call-and-response:

[Voice]: “If the moon were good…”

[Audience]: “WERE GOOD!”

[Voice]: “It would let us breathe…”

[Audience]: “BREATHE!”

And the road would become

a place to stay.

🐕‍🦺 [Verse III — The Mother Bitch]

(Golden lights, female choruses.)

The third is a bitch who denies herself and then gives herself,

scatters her puppies into the world like stars.

She knows that nothing belongs to her, not even her pain,

and she lets everything go to let the rest live.

🐶 [Verse IV — The Master's Dog]

(Clean electric guitar, long delays.)

The fourth follows the master and his brothers on the road,

every now and then he stops to smell life.

He's in no hurry to understand, he just needs to breathe,

and find in the dust a reason to stay.

🌘 Pre-Chorus (variant) — Call & Response

[Voice]:

And the street becomes a square…

[Audience]:

SQUARE!

[Voice]:

The square becomes blood…

[Audience]:

BLOOD!

[Voice]:

The night submerges us…

[Audience]:

SUBMERGES!

[Voice]:

But no one goes deeper.

🌕 [Chorus — Extended Version]

(Full band, backing vocals, audience singing the main melody.)

If the moon were ours,

we'd sing weightlessly.

Four dogs and a thousand men

looking for a whole place.

[Voice]: "If the moon were good..."

[Audience]: "IF IT WERE GOOD!"

[Voice]: "It would make us remember..."

[Audience]: "REMEMBER!"

That the voice of those who suffer

can breathe again.

🌓 [Bridge — "The Circle Opens"]

(Music stops. Just voice and electronic heartbeat.)

[Spoken voice]:

Four dogs, four roads,

four ways of falling.

One is silent, one resists,

one gives, one follows.

And we in the middle...

learning how to live.

([Audience holds a vocal drone]:

"Ooooh..."

🌕 [Final — Tribal Choir + Audience]

(Gigantic crescendo.)

[Voice and chorus]:

Oh-oh-oh, four dogs in the moon.

Oh-oh-oh, four lives in the mist.

[Voice]: "Stadium, with me!"

[Audience]:

OH-OH-OH, FOUR DOGS IN THE MOON!

OH-OH-OH, FOUR LIVES IN THE MIST!

(Final explosion, white lights, open guitars.)