Lyrics

Verse 1

Our music at the roots; is time.
Conception of primal design.
Omini-present natural rhythms intertwine,
Sowing the seeds in our minds.

Bridge 1

Father tempo, born on his own,
Constrained quatrz clock in a primate home

Chorus 1

Humankind gathered outside, making sounds no ones ever heard before.
The noise comes from the beating drum and slowly; rhythm it becomes

Verse 2

Bright blazing textures ignite,
As timbre blooms from sines.
Broad branches then grow, and thrive
With music of different kinds.

Bridge 2

A geniss of timbre the great unknown,
At the very roots of it she’s musics soul.

Chorus 2

Humankind gathered outside, making sounds no ones ever heard before.
The noise comes from the sound of horns and moving chords; something you can’t ignore

Outro

Swing from the branches of melody grasps the polyphonic grip of harmony.
They call: eeeeeeeee, eeeeeeeee, eeeeeeeee.

Chorus 3

Humankind gathered outside, making sounds no ones ever heard before.
The noise comes from the stacked overtones; summing up yet another of natures mile stones