Art pop English female vocal lyrics prompt: BPM shifts abruptly between 62 and 168, anchored in G minor before pivoting to bright B major mid-track; core instrumentation: muted prepared piano, warped modular synth swells, laundromat field recording collages, fragmented brass band fanfare samples, layered operatic harmonies, shape-shifting female lead vocals dotted with faint Japanese and Portuguese snippets. Narrative follows a night-shift museum security guard who discovers the taxidermied bird collection comes alive after closing, stitching memories of forgotten taxidermists into soft, surreal vignettes. Tone is theatrically whimsical, intellectually playful, tinged with quiet awe, mirroring the disorienting magic of stepping between exhibit rooms where display and reality blur. Lyrics lean into vivid tactile imagery, sardonic asides, and tender, Bowie-esque character portraiture aligned with Kate Bush and St. Vincent’s sharp art-pop framing.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Flashlight cuts the indigo Walking past the dodo row Static on the radio Hum of the dryer below (Aside: Minimum wage for a maximum haunting) Asas de vidro, open wide Nothing left for the dead to hide Arsenic and desert sand Arthur had a steady hand [Pre-Chorus] I hear the click of wooden beaks The floorboards offer up their shrieks Tori no yume, waking up Drinking moonlight from a porcelain cup [Chorus] Now the brass band starts to blow Watch the golden pheasant go Stitched with memories of 1924 Dancing on the polished marble floor Old Man Miller’s ghost is in the thread Painting life into the long-since dead [Post-Chorus] Spinning in the laundromat light Feathers falling through the night Everything is bright Everything is right [Verse] Miss Halloway had a taste for lace She gave the owl a human face (Aside: Creepy, but technically proficient) She’d hum a fado in the basement dim Fixing every broken glass limb Saudade in the cotton stuffing deep While the city is fast asleep [Pre-Chorus] I hear the click of wooden beaks The floorboards offer up their shrieks Tori no yume, waking up Drinking moonlight from a porcelain cup [Chorus] Now the brass band starts to blow Watch the golden pheasant go Stitched with memories of 1924 Dancing on the polished marble floor Old Man Miller’s ghost is in the thread Painting life into the long-since dead [Bridge] The modular synth begins to swirl I’m just a guard, I’m just a girl Caught in a frantic feathered war Between the ceiling and the floor Operatic voices rise and fall Shadows dancing on the gallery wall (Portuguese: O tempo parou agora) (Japanese: 夢の中で飛ぶ) [Breakdown] Click, clack, the dryer turns Memory is the fuel that burns Stuffed with straw and old regrets Things the living world forgets [Chorus] Now the brass band starts to blow Watch the golden pheasant go Stitched with memories of 1924 Dancing on the polished marble floor Old Man Miller’s ghost is in the thread Painting life into the long-since dead [Post-Chorus] Spinning in the laundromat light Feathers falling through the night Everything is bright Everything is right [Outro]
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