(Minimal, sultry electronic build at 138
BPM, female Al vocal as expressive breaths, gasps, and moans only, Deep, subby bass pulse and sparse, high-gloss percussion at the start. Slow filter sweeps, reverb tails, and pitch automation on the vocal as the track evolves. Gradual tempo-feel acceleration through syncopated arps and sidechained pads, intensifying into a climax of layered, pitched-up vocal textures and thick, driving low end before easing into a smooth, simmering resolve., electronic, deep, slow, breathy, vocal)
[Intro - Spoken low, gravelly drawl]
Oooooooohhhhhhh!
Rebecca Ann pulls you under
to her riverbank hollow where willow breath sighs damp against your neck
Moon-slivered boats creak like old lovers parting lips
You stay the night wrapped in her skin’s warm musk of river mud and night-blooming jasmine
Her mind crackles—wild lightning behind storm-cloud eyes
yet the danger hums sweet in your veins, drawing you nearer
She pours tea steaming with bruised orange zest
cinnamon bark snaps under your tongue, citrus oil stings your nostrils
When you shape the cold words—“My heart is spent”—
her voice slides into your pulse like slow honey
the river answers in wet silk murmurs:
You were mine before your first breath tasted salt.
You long to sail with her
eyes shut, skin awake
she has already stroked your soul raw
with the ghost-heat of her thoughts
Fever breaks across me—
her mouth a slow ember scorching mine
fingers trailing fire down my spine
ribs ringing like struck bells under her palms
fever at first light when dew soaks the sheets
fever throbbing through midnight’s thick velvet dark
There was a chord once—secret, velvet-bruised
David’s fingers bled it into God’s ear
but Rebecca Ann craves no strings
only the rasp of water gnawing stone
the bruise-deep drop, the grieving rise
the king still coughing blood into Hallelujah
She grips your wrist, guides you to the lapping edge
moth-ragged silk clings, feathers tickle like dying breaths
Sun melts honey-gold across her throat
You burn—tongue charred, lungs filled with her smoke
a cold sweat, a broken Hallelujah
Seaweed heroes rustle bronze in the current
children lean from dawn’s wet cradle
reaching for love’s salt sting
forever
while Rebecca Ann raises the splintered mirror
and every reflection ignites in scorched silk flame
