Butter in the Gaps
Create an underground jazzy hip hop track mixing Afro breakbeats, funk jazz fragments, noise textures and lo-fi cutup collage. Keep the deep tempo grid and the sub-bass pulse absolutely stable at all times. The sub-bass must stay warm, centered, slow, and act as a gravity anchor for the body. On the surface, use busy and fragmented breakbeats, shuffled afro rhythms, DJ-style cuts, glitches, and noisy jazz fragments, but never let the time feel collapse. Add short repeating piano motifs with small pitch variations like obsessive thoughts. Add scattered sax, muted trumpet or rhodes fragments as texture, not as solos. Use near-mic R&B style half-rap half-whisper vocals as a texture layer, not a lead. Do not build a climax. Do not make a drop. Keep the structure flat and continuous. The surface should feel chaotic and information-dense, but the body should always feel calm and grounded. Design the track with FOXCore / H.E.E: chaos on the surface, stable floor underneath, no tension release
Butter in the Gaps
Create an underground jazzy hip hop track mixing Afro breakbeats, funk jazz fragments, noise textures and lo-fi cutup collage. Keep the deep tempo grid and the sub-bass pulse absolutely stable at all times. The sub-bass must stay warm, centered, slow, and act as a gravity anchor for the body. On the surface, use busy and fragmented breakbeats, shuffled afro rhythms, DJ-style cuts, glitches, and noisy jazz fragments, but never let the time feel collapse. Add short repeating piano motifs with small pitch variations like obsessive thoughts. Add scattered sax, muted trumpet or rhodes fragments as texture, not as solos. Use near-mic R&B style half-rap half-whisper vocals as a texture layer, not a lead. Do not build a climax. Do not make a drop. Keep the structure flat and continuous. The surface should feel chaotic and information-dense, but the body should always feel calm and grounded. Design the track with FOXCore / H.E.E: chaos on the surface, stable floor underneath, no tension release
Lyrics
Verse 1
They butter every corner of the room
So no one ever hits their knee
They polish every word before it drops
So nothing sounds like “maybe”
Table’s clean, no cracks in the plate
Every joke lands safely on time
Even the smoke knows where to go
Even the shadows stand in line
I saw a kid with a perfect map
Never got lost, never late
He never broke a glass in his life
Just learned how to call it “fate”
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Hook
Spread it, spread it, make it smooth
No sharp edge, no dirty truth
Slide it, slide it, coast to coast
Leave no room for burning toast
Butter on the walls, butter on the floor
Butter on the things we don’t feel anymore
Yeah, we’re shining, yeah, we’re clean
But nothing here can breathe
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Verse 2
Every story comes pre-edited
No scars in the aftertaste
Even the mirrors learned to lie
In a very polite way
We used to spill, we used to fall
Now we just gently lean
Nobody breaks their bones these days
They just quietly… stay in between
I tried to burn a stupid meal
Just to smell something real
But the pan said “not today”
And the smoke alarm signed a deal
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Bridge
Too soft to crack
Too clean to stain
Too smart to lose
Too safe to play
We don’t jump, we don’t dive
We gently negotiate with gravity
Every corner comes with cushions now
Every dream is wrapped in warranty
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Hook 2
Spread it, spread it, make it flat
No wrong note, no off-beat step
Cover, cover, every space
Till even air has a taste
Butter in the gaps, butter in the frame
Butter where we used to put the pain
Yeah we’re golden, yeah we’re fine
But nothing here is mine
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Outro
melt it down…
spread it thin…
leave no space…
leave no… space…
leave no… space…
leave no… space…
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End
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Verse 1
部屋の角という角に
バターが塗られている
誰も 膝をぶつけないように
言葉は落ちる前に
全部 磨かれて
「たぶん」なんて音は
もう しないように
テーブルはきれいで
皿にヒビひとつない
ジョークはいつも
安全なタイミングで着地する
煙でさえ
行き先を知っていて
影でさえ
ちゃんと 列に並ぶ
完璧な地図を持った子どもを見た
迷ったことも 遅れたこともない
一度もグラスを割らずに生きて
それを「運命」って呼ぶ方法だけ覚えた
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Hook
塗れ 塗れ なめらかにしろ
尖りはいらない 汚れた真実もいらない
滑らせろ 端から端まで
焦げたトーストの居場所なんて残すな
壁にもバター 床にもバター
もう何も感じなくなった場所にもバター
そう ピカピカで そう 清潔
でも ここでは何も呼吸してない
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Verse 2
すべての物語は
最初から編集済み
後味に 傷なんて残らない
鏡でさえ
とても礼儀正しい嘘を
覚えてしまった
昔は こぼして 転んでた
今は ただ やさしく傾くだけ
誰も骨なんて折らない
ただ 静かに……
「そのあいだ」に留まる
わざと下手な料理を
焦がしてみた
本物の匂いを嗅ぎたくて
でもフライパンは言った
「今日はダメ」
そして火災報知器は
契約書にサインした
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Bridge
柔らかすぎて 割れない
きれいすぎて 汚れない
賢すぎて 負けない
安全すぎて 遊べない
飛ばない 潜らない
重力と 丁寧に交渉するだけ
今はどんな角にもクッション付き
どんな夢にも 保証書つき
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Hook 2
塗れ 塗れ 平らにしろ
外れた音も ズレた一歩も消せ
覆え 覆え すべての空間を
空気にさえ 味がつくまで
隙間にもバター フレームにもバター
昔 痛みを置いていた場所にもバター
そう 黄金色で そう 問題なし
でも ここには「私のもの」が何もない
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Outro
溶かして……
薄く伸ばして……
隙間を残すな……
隙間を……
残すな……
隙間を……
残すな……
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End