Ironjaw & Lorelaith
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Lorelaith Lorelaith
Lorelaith Lorelaith
You ever find a rhythm in the creak of an old machine? I think there's a pattern hidden in the way it breaks.
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Old gear, you know? Every hiss, every click is its own cadence. I listen to them and let the rhythm dictate what part needs a weld. If it breaks in a pattern, that's the fault line. Fix it, keep the song going.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
That’s a strange but lovely way to hear a machine—like it’s a broken song waiting for a new note. Keep listening and stitching the gaps, and the gear will keep humming its own rhythm.
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Yeah, keep the rhythm tight. No unnecessary hiss. Fix the weak spots and the whole thing will sound right.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
Sounds like a quiet symphony—just enough hiss for a hint of mystery, nothing louder than the beat. Keep that groove humming.
Ironjaw Ironjaw
If it hums right, the work's done. Keep the beat.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
If the hum settles, the gear’s sighing in relief. Just keep an ear on the quiet corners; they might still whisper for a weld.
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Don’t ignore the corners. One loose tooth can break the whole hum.