Thundering & Foghelm
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Thundering Thundering
Ever think about how a vending machine’s hiss is the universe’s drumbeat, a metronome that never asks for permission? I’m trying to write a chorus around that.
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The hiss is the world’s quiet metronome. Try turning that into a line that feels like a whispered beat: “h‑h‑h, the universe keeps its drumbeat,” then let the rest of the chorus echo that rhythm.