metalfoot: So as some of you are aware, the Wordsmith and I have done a couple songs in the past (gesticulates toward the pile of accumulated songs) and yet somehow ended up paired for the Random Collab challenge.
He therefore wrote me a Fibonacci lyric and said, "try this!"
And I said, sure.
And then I fell off the face of the earth for a bit, 50/90-wise.
But I'm back, and here's what I did with it. I had thought of playing with a Fibonacci-constructed chord progression but that was hurting my head so I went much simpler.
For a sign
That Earth is slowing down
And every little thing will turn out fine
But like a snowball, little things abounding sadly have the habit of compounding
And profoundly get to mounting until they amount to mountains made of countless mounds of pressure with the pleasure only mine
Yet time takes as it gives, the highest anxious peak denuding, these accrued fruits of brooding melting like the settled snow
To lift the lofty burdens I shoulder, so softly I could never know
To hold me as soft as a bubble
And whisper 'let it go'
My heart beats
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