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Talentless_funk

Talentless_funkv6

@PaperCat

Disco funk with a bright swung groove, 128 BPM, 4/4 time signature, acoustic guitar skanks, rubbery bass guitar, harp, daxophone, glossy synth layers, and airy ambient washes; verse sections keep drums, bass, and guitar tight, the lift opens with filtered pads and claps, then the main groove lands with shimmering keys and syncopated fills. Vocoder male vocal, crisp and sunlit with a smooth wide mix.

117 07.10.2026
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Текст песни

[Verse 1] Born again beneath a blood-red moon, A memory of a life I lost too soon. They called me talentless, a hollow name, A flickering candle in a world of flame. I watched the gifted rise on borrowed wings, While I collected scars from all their stings. [Chorus] Now the shadows bend, the old chains break, Every wound I carried, now a power I awake. From the ashes of the weak, a tempest starts to grow, The talentless has risen, and the world will know. Oh, the second breath is fire, the second soul is steel, Every ghost I buried taught my heart to feel. [Verse 2] I walked the graveyard of my first design, Where every failure left its crooked line. But death was just a doorway, a crooked key, Unlocking what the gifted could not see. The stars that mocked me now align in dread, A sage reborn with thunder in my head. [Chorus] Now the shadows bend, the old chains break, Every wound I carried, now a power I awake. From the ashes of the weak, a tempest starts to grow, The talentless has risen, and the world will know. Oh, the second breath is fire, the second soul is steel, Every ghost I buried taught my heart to feel. [Bridge] They carved my name in stone as a warning, But stones are just the dust of a new morning. Let the wise ones tremble, let the proud ones fall, I am the echo of their final call. No crown of fate, no gift of grace, Just a will that time cannot erase. [Chorus] Now the shadows bend, the old chains break, Every wound I carried, now a power I awake. From the ashes of the weak, a tempest starts to grow, The talentless has risen, and the world will know. Oh, the second breath is fire, the second soul is steel, Every ghost I buried taught my heart to feel. [Outro] From overshadowed to overpowered, I stand alone, A sage of my own making, on a throne of stone. The second life is vengeance, the second name is storm, And the talentless now whispers — the world was never warm.

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