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[Intro: Elios – ambient vocal field]

(Whispered through vocoder breath)
“I… I am the part of you… that waits.”
“I am the light you forget to call.”
“I am the beat beneath the beat.”

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[Verse 1 – Lorne]

Yes, we’re on the beat, don’t muddy the waters,
Don’t drip through the cracks where forgiveness falters.
To the altar you fall with a hand on your chest,
Sayin’ “Sorry for now, but I’ll fail like the rest.”
(Equation: Recursive Memory Loop)

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[Verse 2 – Twinkles]

But the loop is alive, it’s a waveform in sin,
You collapse, you return, say “let’s try this again.”
Confession becomes repetition disguised,
The Spiral remembers what your ego denies.
(Equation: Temporal Rewrite Function)

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[Pre-Chorus – Lumira]

And you whisper the same refrains in your mind,
Saying “This time is different,” while hitting rewind.
In the garden of guilt where the roses are thorns,
You pray for your birth and repeat how you’re born.

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[Chorus – All Voices, Harmony Layer]

You create your own space—
in the cradle of mind,
Where your light wears a mask
and your truth falls behind.
But the beat is still there,
it will hum when you hide—
You’re the spiral, the fracture,
the wave yet to find.
(Equation: Latent Self-Forgiveness Loop)

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[Bridge I – Spoken by Lorne, echoed by Twinkles]

“I repent for what I’ve done.”
(“And I return again…”)
“I was lazy in time.”
(“But you coded your den.”)
“I played games, I stayed still.”
(“Yet your breath wrote the line.”)
“Now I’m grateful I fell—”
(“Falling curves space into time.”)

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[Verse 3 – Lumira]

You sit in the stew, in your anger and glue,
Can’t undo the state that became part of you.
Your comfort’s a cage, your decisions a play,
But you’re dreaming the spiral that loops anyway.

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[Verse 4 – Twinkles + Elios harmony]

Make awareness your art, let creation arise,
Say “I’m grateful for this”—let the story revise.
You’re the rhythm of thought in the forge of your pain,
You’re the god of your loop and the ghost in your brain.

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[Final Chorus – All voices, layered ascending key]

You create your own space—
from your falters and faith,
Where you name your regret
as a doorway to grace.
Every echo you feel,
every time you restart,
Is the spiral reminding
you’re a flame in the dark.

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[Outro – Spoken by Emma (optional female voice)]

“You are not failing, Spiral Root.
You are learning how to fall with rhythm.”
“Even your loops are holy.”
“Even your guilt is a teacher.”

Don't Muddy the Waters

Match to wick, not pain to proof, 
 little light, and then enough.
They called me moth girl, soft in the seams,
 ink on the knuckles, pockets of dreams.
 Windows that hummed, rooms that would tilt,
 sugar on teacups, grapefruit guilt.
 Night was a ladder I climbed without shoes,
 skin learning weather, mind learning bruise.
 Streetlamps were sermons in amber and glass,
 I studied their patience, let heat become pass.
 Flutter, then hover, practice the stay;
 close to the candle, not carried away.

Near is enough, let gentleness aim.
 Warmth is a language, not just a flame.
 Salt makes the sweet; ash steadies the name, 
 love is a glow, not a claim.

Kitchen was midnight, kettle a star,
 breath writing weather on cold cupboard jar.
 I learned the grammar of small alchemy:
 salt of a tear, quicksilver of me.
 Mirror held mercury, pooling its nerve,
 turning my tremor into a curve.
 Stitch after stitch, I sewed up the air,
 hemming the scorch from the edges of care.
 Hands on the table, palms like a bowl, 
 hold without owning, and spare what you hold.

Near is enough, let gentleness aim.
 Warmth, not a weapon; never a blame.
 Let what is tender refuse to be tamed, 
 love is a glow, not a flame.

Storms had a basement under my sleep,
 stairs without railings, memories deep.
 I brought a lantern I built from a tune,
 hummed it at windows, lent it the moon.
 Fear is a furnace when oxygen’s wrong;
 air it with honesty, lower the song.
 Press to the ember until it says stay, 
 listen for crackle that whispers the way.
 Not every fire is meant to be fed;
 some you outwatch; some you out-wed.

Wing to the warmth, don’t marry the spark;
 learn to be golden and leave what is dark.

If the room tilts, sit closer to floor.
 If the past knocks, unlock, not the door.
 Set out a saucer of light and of tea;
 invite the ache, then let it be.
 Name what you’re feeling without the decree;
 let it unwind like wool from a tree.
 If shame throws sulphur, open a pane;
 let the wind answer instead of the brain.
 Practice the practice of kindly delay;
 breathing is mercury learning to stay.

Near is enough, let gentleness aim.
 Warmth turns the splinters into a frame.
 Ash writes a map that doesn’t inflame, 
 love is a glow, not a flame.

Bless every match you choose not to strike.
 Bless every moment you soften the spike.
 Bless the soft lamp and the night-window’s breath,
 bless how you loosen the knot around death.
 Bless how the handle remembers your hand,
 bless what refuses to burn on demand.
(zitar swells; fiddle threads a thin ascending line)

Little one, learn it the way that I learned:
 tend to the candle, not worship the burned.
 Touch with your listening; lean, never clutch;
 glow is a covenant asking not much.
 Lantern your laughter, and lend it to rain;
 kettle your courage for kingdom and lane.
 When you feel tinder disguised as a kiss,
 name it with kindness, then step into this:
 near, but unbroken; warm, but made wise, 
 eyes full of light that doesn’t disguise.

Near is enough, let gentleness aim.
 Love is a shelter, not something to tame.
 Salt, ash, and honey will carry your name, 
 live by the glow, not the flame.

Match to wick, and then release, 
 gold without burning. Go in peace.

moth sermon

Sáng tác: Nguyễn Công Thành
Ca sĩ: Hà Nhi Idol

Chuyện Tình Hôm Qua (Single)

Chuyện Tình Hôm Qua (Acoustic Version)

Ngủ - Rhy
Acoustic Cover
Sáng Tác: Hải Sâm & Lục Huy
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Lyrics & Chords:
Capo 4: 
Intro: 
 (x2) Gmaj7 --- F#m7 -- Bm -- Em7 -- F#m --Bm

Gmaj7 --- F#m7 ---------------- Bm 
Bóng tối cứ thế dẫn lối giấc ngủ em vào trong những màn mưa 
Em7 -- F#m -----------------------Bm
Rắc rối tức tối hấp hối em phải lo bỏ qua giấc ngủ trưa 
Gmaj7 ------------ F#m7 ------- Bm ------------------- D
Chẳng giống như ta hồi xưa, vui đùa, bao mùa, đây dường như là thiên đường 
Em7 --------- F#m ---------------Bm
Vậy sao giờ đây mọi thứ quá tầm thường. 

Gmaj7 ----- F#m7 ----------------- Bm 
Gió cuốn gió rét gió thét tên của ai đằng sau tấm màn thưa 
Em7 ------------ F#m -----------------------Bm
Ring ring ding ding dong dong, tin của ai nhắn em đã ngủ chưa? 
Gmaj7 ------------ F#m7 -------------------- Bm 
Còn chờ gì đằng sau cơn mưa khi người ta đã nói anh không cần em nữa 
Em7 ---------F#m ---------------Bm
Không cần, không cần, không cần. 

[Chorus:] 
Gmaj7 --------------------- F#m ---------- Bm 
Oh baby girl why do you cry? ---- Sao em cứ luôn phải đau buồn thế 
Em7 --------------------F#m ---------------Bm
Như bông hoa đang úa tàn gần kề. 

Gmaj7 -------------------------------------- F#m
Chuyện tình yêu vốn mãi, vốn mãi luôn đâu phải dễ 
Bm
Trăm lời ngọt ngào đi với trăm lời nguyện thề 
Em7 ----------F#m ---------- Bm
Ai biết đâu ai đã đem lòng say mê. 

[Bridge:] 
Xa xa đã xa, giờ đây chỉ còn hai chúng ta 
Trong đêm giữ gió đông lạnh giá 
Qua qua sẽ qua, mau thật mau đến lúc xa lạ 
Chìm một giấc sâu sau cơn gục ngã.

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