Skip to content
Music
Mint
Home
Explore
Create
Library
Studio
Song Maker
Lyric Video
Lyrics Writer
Rap Lyrics
Rap Name
Cover Art
Music Video
Short Video Kit
Vocal Remover
White Noise
Search
/
Upgrade
Loading...
Song
Heartbeats
꧁༺ Tαɾʝα ༻꧂
·
May 2026
·
4:17
ritual hurdy-gurdy-folk x newgrass cybergrunge
65 BPM
D minor
amplified hurdy-gurdy
518 plays
0
Share
Create similar
Lyrics
Sing-along
Full text
🪵🤎🎶 ═══════════════════════════════ 🎶🤎🪵
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔
notes from the bench
🪵🤎🎶 ═══════════════════════════════ 🎶🤎🪵
I. The Premise
rummm
I proceed from the premise
that wood remembers pressure.
rraah
One hand on the crank.
One hand on the grain.
II. First Working
I mark the rib line under candle-brown light,
ruler on oak, my breath held tight.
Plane takes curls from the rivenwood face,
thin little ribbons in a rosinwake place.
Lo, no rush, no rude little tear,
I read every ring like a map in my ear.
The belly wants room, the back wants grace,
and the wheel wants truth in a round little race.
III. The Turning
Rasp, rub, render it clean.
Rattlebone bright in the runebelly seam.
By my hand and by my nerve,
I bend the tone till it learns its curve.
IV. Heart-Line
Round goes the wheel with a sixty-five-hertz heart,
rraah
buzz in the box where the old tones start.
I carve it true, I brace it tight,
turn raw wood into thunder-light.
Round goes the wheel, and I feel it bite,
hummm
Crank it, crown it, let it roar,
my hurdy-gurdy wakes once more.
V. Second Working
I fit the keys with a patient grin,
each tang rides clean where the notes begin.
Cotton on string, then rosin laid thin,
too much and the whole beast growls within.
I tune the drones till the bench boards hum,
rumbra, ravel, old joy come.
A bridge leans right, not left, not vain,
one small tilt can rewrite the rain.
VI. The Nearing
Rasp, rub, render it clear.
Rafter-rhythm knocking near.
Thou little wyrm with a wooden lung,
wake thy growl and find thy tongue.
VII. Heart-Line Repeated
Round goes the wheel with a sixty-five-hertz heart,
rraah
buzz in the box where the old tones start.
I carve it true, I brace it tight,
turn raw wood into thunder-light.
Round goes the wheel, and I feel it bite,
hummm
Crank it, crown it, let it roar,
my hurdy-gurdy wakes once more.
VIII. Rule of Craft
Here is the rule I keep under my tongue:
a craft is a vow before it is sung.
Not every cut gets seen by the crowd,
not every love has to be loud.
By heart.
By hand.
By raven and grain.
IX. Final Turning
Round goes the wheel with a sixty-five-hertz heart,
rraah
buzz in the box where the old tones start.
I carved it true, I braced it bright,
now raw wood burns into thunder-light.
Round goes the wheel, and the rafters cry,
hummm
Crank it, crown it, let it roar,
my hurdy-gurdy lives once more.
X. End of Work
Rim is warm.
Grain is kind.
Wheel remembers.
Mine.
🪵🤎🎶 ═══════════════════════════════ 🎶🤎🪵
© 2026 by ꧁༺ Tαɾʝα ༻꧂ | AI-GENERATED CONTENT | gem. Art. 50 EU AI Act – Verordnung (EU) 2024/1689
Related AI music generators
AI Rap Song Generator
Home
Explore
Create
Song
Lyric Video
Lyrics Writer
Rap Lyrics
Rap Name
Cover Art
Music Video
Short Video Kit
Vocal Remover
White Noise
All tools
Library
Me
