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Concrete Bloom (Christy's Anthem) by Dustin

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Concrete Bloom (Christy's Anthem)

Funk Metal

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Starts with a distorted, rapid slap bass riff, complex and aggressive for four bars.
Full band, exploding.
Riding shotgun with a tragedy act, got a clown in front who's got his sanity cracked.
Sound of a comical sad slide whistle. He's chasing ghosts down a memory lane
and using all our precious fuel to medicate his pain.
Then there's the professor, with his goggles and his tweed,
reciting ancient history while the rest of us all bleed. He scoffs at all the filth,
thinks he's above the fray, polishing his briefcase for the end of the damn day.
But I can feel a heartbeat in the dust, you see, a brand new ugly flower pushing through the
concrete. Yeah, the world got broken, burned into the ground, but listen close you'll hear
that beautiful, ugly sound. It's the rhythm of the ruin, the beat of what comes next.
This ain't a final chapter, it's just a different text.
Got a zen master mechanic in the back of the line, says about two words but keeps the engines
running fine. He's probably a ninja or a killer in disguise, you can see the cold equations
working deep behind his eyes. And the kid, our little shadow with the wild and fiery hair,
she's seen more horror than a soul can truly bear. She moves just like a whisper,
a blade held in the dark, another perfectly well-adjusted member of our Earth.
But I can feel a heartbeat in the dust, you see, a brand new ugly flower pushing through the
concrete. Yeah, the world got broken, burned into the ground, but listen close you'll hear
that beautiful, ugly sound. It's the rhythm of the ruin, the beat of what comes next.
This ain't a final chapter, it's just a different text.
Main groove stops baseless, these are slow, menacing, distorted lines. Drums drop to half
time, rolling side to bellicam, an organ precedes chaotic, disorienting, skill-saving.
Kristy's voice, distorted and echoing whisper. Yeah, the whole world's gone mad, so why fight it?
You gotta get weird just to stay sane. You gotta find the groove in the garbage. You gotta bloom.
Kristy ad-libs, shouted with sarcastic energy. Oh, what a lovely day for it.
Just a perfectly normal road trip. Are we there yet?
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