WHAT IS
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v1
@ LITTLE LORD LUCAN
2026-06-03 00:35:54
Paroles
[Intro]
(Slow, heavy, distorted drum loop enters. A deep, pulsing bassline loops. Vinyl static crackles.)
[Verse 1]
(Music drops to just a cold, heavy bassline and drums. Vocals are whispered, dark, and close to the mic.)
Two things are infinite: Stupidity and the universe
No more... just... everywhere
More... and... in abundance
Only love and the weather never, ever end
[Verse 2]
(Eerie, echoing synth pads bleed into the background.)
We demand some variety in our orbit
Final liberation from Newton's gravity delusion
No more gravitational concerns, otherwise floating is difficult
And an end to continental drift, bring back Pangaea
[Chorus]
(An explosive, distorted electric guitar wall of sound enters, massive heavy bass crush.)
What is, is
What isn't, is possible
Only what isn't, is possible
[Verse 3]
(Guitars cut out sharply. Back to the cold, hypnotic bassline and slow, lazy breakbeat drums.)
We demand more... with our... charm
More... and... pear marzipan
We want even more... illegal substances
No Monday leftovers, 5-star minimum
[Verse 4]
(Industrial percussion layers build up, creating tension.)
A first-class bonus ticket from... To Berlin
A crate of champagne, organic vodka, organic gin
A world building without walls, there has to be so much space
A morning without a hangover, without regrets, not alone
[Chorus]
(Guitars and heavy industrial synths crash back in at maximum volume and intensity.)
What is, is
What isn't, is possible
Only what isn't, is possible
[Outro]
(The guitars fade into feedback. The music slowly decays into echoing synth delays, a lone bass thump, and vinyl static fading to complete silence.)
(Slow, heavy, distorted drum loop enters. A deep, pulsing bassline loops. Vinyl static crackles.)
[Verse 1]
(Music drops to just a cold, heavy bassline and drums. Vocals are whispered, dark, and close to the mic.)
Two things are infinite: Stupidity and the universe
No more... just... everywhere
More... and... in abundance
Only love and the weather never, ever end
[Verse 2]
(Eerie, echoing synth pads bleed into the background.)
We demand some variety in our orbit
Final liberation from Newton's gravity delusion
No more gravitational concerns, otherwise floating is difficult
And an end to continental drift, bring back Pangaea
[Chorus]
(An explosive, distorted electric guitar wall of sound enters, massive heavy bass crush.)
What is, is
What isn't, is possible
Only what isn't, is possible
[Verse 3]
(Guitars cut out sharply. Back to the cold, hypnotic bassline and slow, lazy breakbeat drums.)
We demand more... with our... charm
More... and... pear marzipan
We want even more... illegal substances
No Monday leftovers, 5-star minimum
[Verse 4]
(Industrial percussion layers build up, creating tension.)
A first-class bonus ticket from... To Berlin
A crate of champagne, organic vodka, organic gin
A world building without walls, there has to be so much space
A morning without a hangover, without regrets, not alone
[Chorus]
(Guitars and heavy industrial synths crash back in at maximum volume and intensity.)
What is, is
What isn't, is possible
Only what isn't, is possible
[Outro]
(The guitars fade into feedback. The music slowly decays into echoing synth delays, a lone bass thump, and vinyl static fading to complete silence.)
Style de Musique
Dark trip-hop, 1998 industrial electronic rock, slow heavy breakbeat, deep post-punk sub-bass drone, eerie atmospheric space, scratchy vinyl crackle, deadpan hypnotic spoken-word vocals, ominous, melancholic, cinematic, Massive Attack Mezzanine style, 82 BPM.