The Automaton’s Plea
Grizzly: Deep Raspy Grit (Slow/Heavy)
Ezra: Robotic Cipher (Fast/Glitchy)[Style: Mechanical Tech-Trance / Wooden Industrial | BPM: 150](2,000 marbles falling in perfect 16th-note patterns, punctuated by a wooden "tongue" that sounds like it’s screaming)
Phonetic Watch: [lihv] (alive), [redd] (the color), [cloze] (nearby)
[Intro]
(The sound of a wooden crank turning. Suddenly, a flood of marbles hits a vibraphone—clink-clink-clink-clink. A deep, bowing sound from the Apprehension Engine groans underneath.)
GrizzlyJones: "Say my name... GrizzlyJones. Yeah, dats me."
Ezra: "Cipher locked."
GrizzlyJones: "Bringing the [ledd] to the fire."
[Verse 1]
(The Marble Machine locks into a 150 BPM rhythm. The Daxophone makes a sound like a wooden "giggle" after every line.)
Grizzly: Two thousand stones falling down the track Once the wheel starts turning, there’s no going back I’m a man of [ledd] in a house of pine Trying to find the spirit in the clockwork design The Daxophone is talking, mocking every word The strangest wooden language that I’ve ever heard.
Ezra: Scanning vocabulary... translation: [lihv]... [lihv]... [lihv].
[Verse 2]
(The beat gets heavier. A distorted kick drum joins the marble "clacks.")
Grizzly: It’s a wooden tongue wagging in the center of the gear Telling the Alchemist the things he needs to hear You’re [cloze] to the truth but you’re far from the goldIn a story that the marbles have already told The Warden is counting every single stone While the tongue is shouting that I’m not alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Everything drops out except the Daxophone, which "screams" a rising note.)
Grizzly: Can you hear the machine?Ezra: Gears... engaged.
Grizzly: Can you feel the wood breathe?
Ezra: Splinters... detected.
Grizzly: Let it drop! (Hey!)
[Chorus - The Marble Drop]
(Full Tech-Trance energy but played entirely on "wooden" instruments. The 808 is a hollow wooden thud.)
Grizzly: It’s a plea from the machine tonight!
Ezra: The Machine!
Grizzly: Shouting through the [redd] and the neon light!
Ezra: The Light!
Grizzly: One part marble, two parts soul The wooden tongue is taking total control!(A frantic Daxophone "shout" mirrors the melody.)
[Bridge]
(Half-time. The Marble Machine plays a slow, music-box melody.)
Grizzly: (Whispered/Raspy)It’s not just clockwork... it’s a heart.Tearing the digital silence apart.
Ezra: Logic: Organic. Pulse: 150. Status: Alive.
[Final Chorus]
(Maximum speed. Marbles, shouting wood, and heavy bass.)
Grizzly: It’s a plea from the machine tonight! Shouting through the [redd] and the neon light! One part marble, two parts soul The wooden tongue is taking total control!
[Outro]
(The crank stops. The last few marbles bounce off the floor. The Daxophone lets out one final, low "sigh.")
Grizzly: Lead to wood.Wood to gold.
Ezra: "Harmonic [seel]... applied."(Silence.)
GrizzlyJones
