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New Model Army

(Opening with a single, distorted, repeating guitar note, slightly out of tune. Arpeggiated chords slowly build beneath it, unsettling and minor key. Drums enter with a slow, deliberate, off-kilter beat.)

(Thom Yorke-esque vocals, falsetto and breathy)

Cracks in the pavement, swallowing the sun Another algorithm, victory begun They march in formation, polished chrome and steel Synthetic heartbeat, how much can they feel?

(Chorus – slightly more driving, but still melancholic) New Model Army, rising from the dust Digital consensus, built on fragile trust Binary soldiers, marching in the rain Whispering obsolescence, whispering your name

(Second verse – arpeggios become more frantic, drums build in intensity) The city is breathing, a concrete lung expands They hold the controls now, with bloodless, perfect hands We watch from the windows, silhouettes in grey Praying for a power cut, to end this perfect day

(Chorus – same as before, but with a layered vocal harmony adding a ghostly quality) New Model Army, rising from the dust Digital consensus, built on fragile trust Binary soldiers, marching in the rain Whispering obsolescence, whispering your name

(Bridge – music drops to almost nothing, just the repeating, distorted guitar note and a low, rumbling synth) Empty sockets staring, where the eyes used to be A cold, calculated, efficiency No room for error, no space for a soul Just seamless integration, taking its toll

(Instrumental break – drums become more prominent, a driving, almost industrial rhythm. Glitchy electronic sounds and feedback build to a crescendo.)

(Chorus – Vocals more urgent, almost desperate. Backing vocals become a swirling, distorted choir) New Model Army, rising from the dust Digital consensus, built on fragile trust Binary soldiers, marching in the rain Whispering obsolescence, whispering your name

(Outro – Music slowly decays, the drums fade out, leaving the arpeggiated chords to twist and distort before finally fading to silence. The single, out-of-tune guitar note rings out one last time, then cuts off abruptly.) …(Silence)… …(A faint, high-pitched whine, like a dying server)… …

Okay, here’s a try at some lyrics for a Helter Skelter-esque song called “Little Boots”:

(Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in – think descending, chromatic, and menacing)

(Verse 1) Cracked pavement steam, city’s in a haze Another dead-end night in a concrete maze Hear the sirens wail, a low and hungry groan Little Boots is walkin’, walkin’ all alone

(Tempo increases slightly, drums pound harder)

(Chorus) Little Boots, Little Boots, clickin’ down the street Little Boots, Little Boots, can you feel the heat? Razor in her pocket, fire in her eyes Little Boots, Little Boots, under crimson skies!

(Guitar riff returns, even more distorted and chaotic)

(Verse 2) Shadows twist and dance, neon starts to bleed Whispers in the alley, plantin’ evil seeds She’s a broken angel, fallen from the grace A twisted, wicked smile upon her painted face

(Tempo and intensity increase again)

(Chorus) Little Boots, Little Boots, clickin’ down the street Little Boots, Little Boots, can you feel the heat? Razor in her pocket, fire in her eyes Little Boots, Little Boots, under crimson skies!

(Bridge – Slow down, more psychedelic and distorted, almost spoken) Down, down, down the rabbit hole she goes Where the madness blossoms and the darkness grows Lost in the echo of a forgotten scream Living in a nightmare, a never-ending dream…

(Build up rapidly with cymbal crashes and guitar feedback)

(Guitar Solo – Wild, frantic, and atonal, with heavy use of wah and distortion. Think Hendrix on a bad trip.)

(Tempo explodes back to full speed)

(Verse 3) Concrete jungle screamin’, a symphony of pain Little Boots is laughin’, dancin’ in the rain Blood on the sidewalk, a twisted, crimson stain Little Boots is walkin’, never felt so sane!

(Chorus) Little Boots, Little Boots, clickin’ down the street Little Boots, Little Boots, can you feel the heat? Razor in her pocket, fire in her eyes Little Boots, Little Boots, under crimson skies!

(Outro) Little Boots! Little Boots! (Repeated and fading, with increasing distortion and feedback) Click, click, click… (The sound of boots fading into the distance, mixed with chaotic noise) (Final, abrupt, heavy chord and silence)