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"Background Character, Recurring" Style: F# minor, 74 BPM. Krautrock with kosmische synthesizer influence. Hypnotic, dissociative, and quietly ominous — the feeling of watching yourself from a great distance. Male vocal, dry and deadpan, clo Lyrics: Someone left my coat in a photograph from 1971 I'm in the corner of your grandmother's kitchen Holding a cup I've never held before You say that's definitely me by the window But I don't remember that floor I keep appearing in the edges of things ##In the edges, in the edges## A familiar face that nobody brings up The man your memory keeps but never names There's a story your uncle tells at Christmas About a quiet man who fixed the gate Every detail lands a little too correctly But I have no memory of that estate Maybe I'm the surplus of someone else's dreaming Maybe I just drift between the frames I keep appearing in the edges of things ##In the edges, in the edges## A familiar face that nobody brings up The man your memory keeps but
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"Congregation of the Wheel" Style: F# minor, 118 BPM. Krautrock fused with dark gospel, krautrock leads. Motorik drum machine pulse — rigid, hypnotic, unwavering — underpinning the entire track like a mechanical heartbeat. Bass guitar Lyrics: The engine does not sleep We gathered at the meridian line Where the clock eats its own design Sand in the gears, salt on the tongue All the hymns we memorized young Roll it forward, roll it on ##Roll it on## The wheel has always been the song ##Always been## No shepherd, no arrival gate Just the turning, turning, turning of the weight Someone painted a door on the wall We walked through it every fall The other side was identical And we called that a miracle We do not mourn the distance ##We do not mourn## We become it ##We become it## Roll it forward, roll it on ##Roll it on## The wheel has always been the song ##Always been## No shepherd, no arrival gate Just the turning, turning, turning of the weight The engine does not sleep