generate lowercase, intimate, fragmented english lyrics for subterranean drone ambient, 52-70 bpm, just intonation mode. core instrumentation: bowed brass rods, subsonic cave resonance field recordings, processed viola, clay singing bowls, slow-shifting drone box, stretched wordless female vocal harmonics. lyrics theme: quiet, reverent meditations on floating through sunken cave networks dotted with glowworm constellations, the soft crunch of ancient mineral deposits under bare feet, the quiet thrum of underground rivers. emotion is soft, weightless, unhurried, the hazy half-awake feeling of being held by dark, ancient, gentle stone. phrasing is sparse, repeated single words, short half-phrases that melt into the drone, no clear narrative arc, matching the 12-minute gradual harmonic shift structure, in the stripped, meditative vein of grouper and william basinski.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] down in the deep we fall into sleep secrets the cold stones keep where the slow waters weep [Pre-Chorus] shades of a quiet blue drifting the whole night through finding a world so new shadows of me and you [Chorus] glowworms in the night soft blue and white guiding our drifting sight burning so cold and bright [Verse 2] dust on the ground a quiet humming sound peace that we found to the dark earth bound [Pre-Chorus] shades of a quiet blue drifting the whole night through finding a world so new shadows of me and you [Chorus] glowworms in the night soft blue and white guiding our drifting sight burning so cold and bright [Bridge] rivers that slowly flow heavy and deep and slow soft in the ancient glow watching the shadows go [Verse 3] held by the gentle stone floating away all alone making this dark our own singing a quiet tone [Chorus] glowworms in the night soft blue and white guiding our drifting sight burning so cold and bright [Post-Chorus] cool heavy air waiting for us down there stepping with feet so bare held in the earth's soft care [Verse 4] soft mineral sand touching this ancient land reach for a gentle hand here where the giants stand [Hook] slowly we drift as the dark patterns shift letting the heavy air lift this is the quietest gift [Outro]
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