SMOL

  • Id:

    733ae4ab9152fdb210e3e38abb359713e5c695c640ed15d21d174ec69887a709
    safe

  • Prompt:

    An ultra-technical, melodic acoustic journey that begins with fluttering fingerstyle riffs—intricate, bright, and syncopated—like scattered thoughts fighting for control. Layered harmonics and tapped melodic figures evoke the twitching of a restless mind. As the song unfolds, the rhythm slows, melodies elongate, and the guitar work becomes dreamier and modal—more legato, more fluid. Percussive slaps fade into ghost touches. Vocals weave between sung and whispered falsetto, then occasionally vanish entirely into instrumental storytelling. Structurally, the song descends: each section slightly lower in tuning, tempo, and emotional clarity. By the end, the harmonies are underwater, almost drowning in reverb and delay, as if the song is being pulled under. Lyrically: “We sail the long way home / breathing deeper into quiet / the bed becomes an ocean / and we’re finally pulled under.” Final line repeats in a haunting whisper over harmonics, unresolved.

  • Image:

    Pulled Under

  • Description:

    The image features a guitar, possibly a Fender Stratocaster, resting on a bed. The guitar is prominently displayed, with its neck and body visible. The scene appears to be a futuristic, underwater environment, giving the impression of a melodic acoustic journey. The guitar's position on the bed suggests a sense of relaxation and introspection, as if the musician is taking a break from their performance or composing. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of creativity and artistic expression.

  • Songs:

    👈 better

  • Lyrics:

    Title: Pulled Under
Tags: Melodic Acoustic, Fingerstyle, Dream Pop

The breeze is a whisper, soft in the air, 
My thoughts like feathers, floating, unaware. 
Scattered like dreams that drift in the night, 
Tangled in the edges of fading light. 

We sail the long way home, 
Breathing deeper into quiet. 
The bed becomes an ocean, 
And we’re finally pulled under. 

Fingers dance lightly, tracing the sky, 
Harmonics like fireflies flicker and die. 
A melody lingers in the back of my mind, 
Whispering secrets I can’t leave behind. 

We sail the long way home, 
Breathing deeper into quiet. 
The bed becomes an ocean, 
And we’re finally pulled under. 

Slowly, the rhythm slips, 
Like waves that pull you to the deep, 
Hushed tones of a whispered dream, 
Fading until nothing can be seen. 

We sail the long way home, 
Breathing deeper into quiet. 
The bed becomes an ocean, 
And we’re finally pulled under. 

(Whispered) 
And we’re finally pulled under...