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A recorded reading of “Tropics of the Tongue”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
A crimson isle, swollen, vast, Where whispers bloom and shadows cast. Palm trees root in flames that climb, On shores that hunger, slick with crime. The lipline spills with scarlet brine, Where truths dissolve and lies entwine. Each droplet hums a smothered wail, Or inks the edge of a fractured tale. A lush mirage of heat and thirst, A paradise both ripe and cursed. The tropics writhe in hunger’s grind, A taste too sharp for tongues confined. Here, palms sway on words unspoken, While passion clings—fragile, broken. A molten sun, a mouth aflame, Where silence brands the tongue’s domain.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: Slow, pulsing bass, eerie slide guitar, distant whispers—like a mirage taking shape.] [Hushed, hypnotic vocals, almost spoken.] A crimson isle, swollen, vast, where whispers bloom and shadows cast. Palm trees root in flames that climb, on shores that hunger, slick with crime. [Verse 1: The groove kicks in—slow, bluesy guitar licks, steady, hypnotic drums.] The lipline spills with scarlet brine, where truths dissolve and lies entwine. Each droplet hums a smothered wail, or inks the edge of a fractured tale. [Pre-Chorus: Tension builds, drums tighten, guitars swell.] Heat rising, tongue tied, venom dripping slow… Do you taste it? Do you know? [Chorus: Explosive, sultry and menacing—thick, distorted guitars, pounding drums.] Burn it down, drown it deep, golden skies, blood runs sweet. A paradise we cannot leave, a hunger we can’t deceive. [Verse 2: Back to the smoldering, sultry groove—bass-heavy, slow and intoxicating.] A lush mirage of heat and thirst, a paradise both ripe and cursed. The tropics writhe in hunger’s grind, a taste too sharp for tongues confined. [Bridge: A dynamic shift—dark and brooding, tribal percussion, eerie backing vocals.] Here, palms sway on words unspoken, while passion clings—fragile, broken… A molten sun, a mouth aflame, where silence brands the tongue’s domain. [Tension builds… then explodes into the final chorus.] [Final Chorus: Even heavier, vocals rawer, layered harmonies add depth.] Burn it down, drown it deep, golden skies, blood runs sweet. A paradise we cannot leave, a hunger we can’t deceive. [Outro: The fire fades—just a haunting echo of the chorus, whispered over distant, desert-like guitar.] Do you taste it? Do you know…?
Song info
Dark alt-rock w/ hypnotic, sultry verses, searing heavy choruses. Bluesy slide guitars, tribal percussion, eerie whispers. Cinematic, brooding, feverish build, raw + haunting vocals.
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