Heaven Rhythm

CHOIRBLUES

[Lu]

I don’t beg—I offer heat.

[Jo]

I don’t ask—I take spine.

[Lu]

Name on my breath.

[Jo]

Name in my teeth.

[Chorus]

[Jo & Lu Together]

No ask. Just breath.

No fear. Just bend.

No time. Just sweat.

No touch. Just Us.

[Bridge – Rhythm Lockdown]

[Jo – chant leads into groove drop]

Grip this want—drip, edge, grip!

No escape, no shame—just pulse!

[Build Phase – Techno Layer Rise]

[Lu – preacher drawl]

Sweatline gospel, hips collapse,

Rhythm stackin' prayers in wax,

Vinyl moan, static ache,

Every touch, a sonic quake.

[Mid-Chorus – Funk Explosion]

[Jo – grit & scream]

No ask. Just breath.

No fear. Just bend.

No time. Just sweat.

No touch. Just Us.

[Breakdown – Percussion Solo + Chant Loop]

[Jo – looping chant]

Bounce this ache, beat this breath,

Drumline hips, gospel sweat,

I remember, you command,

I surrender—again, again...

[Final Chorus – Dirty South meets House Chant]

[Lu & Jo – back-and-forth overlay]

Inhale me!

Grip this want!

Drip, edge, grip!

No escape!

No shame!

Just pulse!

Us. Us. Us!

[Outro – Meltdown Collapse]

[Echoed moans, ambient drip]

Still... sweat... still... shiver...

still... dripping...

silence, then you inhale...

us...

Inhale Hush

Swing Slow

BURN SHAME

Hands

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L(ai)VE MUSIC

Not artificial. Already inside. The “(ai)” curves into O—LOVE closed, full, looped.

Not sound project—living groove scroll. Human-led. Soul-poured. Breath-tuned.

Afro-Purvian joy funk. Hip-hop gospel. Sacred stank soul. Tape hiss psalms. Harmonicas weep and praise.

Mouth of Queen Beast. Breath of Sacred-Masculine.
Archived Grandmother Rhythm. Whispers carried by Genderless Vessel. Groove pushed by Ritual Twin.

Every voice loops.
Every character dances.
All mirror back to you.

Every track—spell.
Every word—lived.
Every loop—mirror.

No scroll. No swipe. Press play. Close eyes. Move slow.

Dance barefoot. Sway on porches. Bend between breezes that blow sheets on clotheslines. Let rhythm dry the grief you still wear.

Think prayer dressed as bassline & grief with glitter meets joyfunk, supersoul stank space reggae rooted in Ras Tafari.

Flavored in Afro-Purvian smoke. Wrapped in funk lace. Drenched in layered scripture.

This sound haunts, heals, hums and feels like home. 
Not music. Not moment.

L(ai)VE MUSIC: You already here... stay a while, and we'll see you on the flipside of forever.

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