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A recorded reading of “Let Me Be”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
breath on glass, platform breathes you know i hate waits— turnstiles fog at platform three; cold bites my lip, no train in sight. not now. i’m numb. zip it once—just hear me. you pin neat rules on me: “plan up or you’ll burn by thirty.” sure, i smoke too much, cut fringe at two a.m., dye jet-black—regret it; the sink rings black; i blink— ease up. who should i be? you say pick a lane, then you shift the sign; wrong when i speak, wrong when i keep quiet. let me be let me be set me free let me be you send clean links—week blinks, nine-to-five—“start monday.” call at noon: “where are you now?” pockets full of cab receipts, streetlight sleet; i’m gold till i talk, guilty when i laugh; tears are “too much” until the clocks agree. too sharp, too slow, too loud, too soft; i carry the blame— no room to be odd. let me be let me be set me free let me be i won’t fit your grid; i’m spill and spark, not neat. i am not your checklist; i am air that needs to breathe. let me be let me be set me free let me be let me be let me be unlock the turnstiles—set me free let me be pads swell, toms bloom, night lets go.
Alternative version
Fog clings like blame on platform three— your voice wires through again, another link, another script, another: “have you thought this through?” You hated my bangs at 2 a.m. called black a phase, said pain should be scheduled like meetings or medication. I smoke, I laugh too loud— I cry at noon, sometimes all at once. You call that chaos. But it’s the only thing that’s ever been mine. Your rules wear cologne and smile like concern. You say pick a lane then tear down every sign. Speak? I’m too much. Stay silent? I’m seething. No version of me survives your edits. Let me be. Let me be. Set me free. Let me be. You sketch my shape in your head then shred the lines when I don’t match. I’m gold, until I open my mouth. I’m loved, until I want love back. Even my tears need a schedule. Even my joy must not disturb. Too much, Too late, Too loud, Too strange— your favorite critiques dressed up as care. Let me be. Let me be. Set me free. Let me be. I won’t wear your silence— that tailored suit that always cuts. I’d rather be a beautiful mess than your brand of calm. Let me be. Let me be. Set me free. Let me be. Let. Me. Be.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro 8b pad, lo-cut, vinyl hiss] [Tag 2b breathy ad-lib] [Verse 1] You know I hate waits Turnstiles fog, platform three Cold bites my lips, no ride in sight I hear your take, fine Not now, I am numb Zip it for once, hear me You pinned neat rules on me “Plan up or you burn by thirty” Sure, I smoke too much Cut bangs at two a.m. Dye black, then regret it Ease up, who should I be [Pre rise, 3rds harmony, snare fill] You say pick a lane Then you shift the sign Wrong when I speak Wrong when I stay quiet [Break 2b stop] [Chorus impact, double vox, call-response] let me be let me be set me free let me be [Verse 2 add arp] You send clean links Nine to five, “start Monday” Call at noon, “where are you now” I am gold till I talk Guilty when I laugh Tears are “too much” till clocks agree [Pre rise, thicker pads] Too sharp, too slow Too loud, too soft I carry the blame No room to be odd [Break 2b stop] [Chorus impact, double vox] let me be let me be set me free let me be [Bridge vox+pad, no drums] I will not fit your grid Rather be real than neat [Chorus bigger, octave stack, tamb] let me be let me be set me free let me be [Chorus x2] [Tag 2b reverb tail] [Outro 4b hall]
Song info
Dark alt-pop ~98 BPM, A minor; lofi kick-snare, palm-mute gtr eighths, sub bass; Juno pad and felt piano ostinato; slap-delay lead, plate verb BVs; 8b intro pad → Tag 2b → Verse 1 close mic → Pre lift with 3rds → Break 2b stop → Chorus A A B A impact, double vox with call-response → Verse 2 add arp → Pre → Break → Chorus → Bridge vox+pad → Final Chorus x2 bigger, octave stack and tamb → Tag tail → Outro 4b. Filter sweep into drops, tom fill before final, soft clip master, hook by bar seventeen.
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