Sunday gravity falls

Title: Feedback in the Orbit

Tempo: Slow, churning, and heavy

Vibe: Soundgarden meets Alice in Chains

(Intro)

(Clean, chorused guitar riff—eerie and ringing. Suddenly, a wall of fuzzed-out bass and crashing drums kicks in.)

(Verse 1)

The golden king is bleeding light

On the concrete skin of the bay

He’s a burning eye that never blinks

Chasing the ghosts away

But we’re just spinning in the dirt

Tied to a string of gravity’s lies

Watching the copper crown go down

Where the saltwater meets the skies.

(Chorus)

And we’re swinging in the black

Between the fire and the cold

The Sun is a furnace, the Moon is a stone

And the world is just getting old

Yeah, we’re caught in the pull

In the push and the drag

Dancing on the edge of a velvet rag.

(Verse 2)

Then comes the pale, reflected queen

With her craters and her hollow chest

She’s pulling at the marrow in our bones

Putting the tides to the test

The Earth is a drunkard, wobbling slow

Drowning in a shadow play

We’re just the dust on a spinning vinyl

Waiting for the needle to stray.

(Bridge)

(Music slows to a rhythmic, sludge-like crawl. Vocals become a gritty snarl.)

Eclipse the ego.

Block out the glare.

The moon’s got a secret

That she’ll never share.

We’re spinning...

We’re falling...

We’re nowhere.

(Guitar Solo)

(Wah-heavy, chaotic, and screeching—mimicking a solar flare.)

(Chorus)

Yeah, we’re swinging in the black

Between the fire and the cold

The Sun is a furnace, the Moon is a stone

And the world is just getting old

Yeah, we’re caught in the pull

In the push and the drag

Dancing on the edge of a velvet rag.

(Outro)

The sun goes down.

The moon comes up.

Drink the shadow from the cup.

(Feedback swells and then abruptly cuts to silence)