Tundra Lion (Bubbling Deep)

[Intro — whisper, hydrophone]

(Tun-dra... tun-dra...)

Bub... bub... drip...

As-sem-ble... as-sem-ble...

[Verse 1 — spoken word, chopped words]

In my pock-et — moss, in my hand — a part,

I'm as-sem-bling a li-on while the bliz-zard sleeps.

Red cu-bic — wil-low-herb,

Blue cu-bic — for-get-me-not, don't be blue.

Yel-low — sun-shine, green — li-chen,

Black — bass that rocks the rein-deer.

[Chorus — melodic chanting, call-response]

As-sem-ble me from cu-bes, (as-sem-ble!)

Li-on in the tun-dra, pix-el dub, (dub!)

Bub-bub, the deep, (the deep!)

Dub-li-on, green mist, (mist!)

Ti-ger made of flow-ers, I'm a-live, (a-live!)

Con-tin-ue? Con-tin-ue!

[Verse 2 — toasting]

Hey, joy-stick in the snow, cart-ridge in the ice,

Eight bits — and the rein-deer walks.

On the screen — hills, on the screen — smoke,

I'm as-sem-bling the mane in col-or bits.

Not a li-on, not a ti-ger — an A-sian ghost,

Bub-bub, hy-dro-phone in my ears.

Roots-tun-dra, one-drop, nine-ty-five,

Snow melts to dub, and dead ice comes a-live.

[Bridge — dub, whisper]

Sh-sh-sh... drip... drip...

Un-der the wa-ter — a flow-er, un-der the wa-ter — a cube.

(Li-on... li-on...)

(Bub... bub...)

As-sem-ble... dis-man-tle...

As-sem-ble... dis-man-tle...

[Verse 3 — spoken word, chaos]

In-struc-tions lost, the parts are scat-tered wide,

Ti-ger — on-ly half, li-on — on-ly half, a nail.

But this ain't a bug, it's the tun-dra cheat-code,

Red, blue, green — they all will be.

A dub sage looks down from pix-el skies,

Not a king of old — but a tun-dra wood.

He toasts in the lan-guage of moss and wa-ter:

"Bub-bub, bro-ther, as-sem-ble your flow-ers."

[Outro — fade]

Con-tin-ue? (whisper)

Tun-dra... (echo)

Bub... (echo)

As-sem-ble... (echo)

Game o-ver... or not.