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Silicon Creek

Cyber Western, 128 BPM, E Minor, 432Hz. Detuned spaghetti-western guitars, bitcrushed textures, industrial stomp. Heavy kick pulses, granular wind noise. Cold, detached male vocals, resonant but emotionless. Cinematic, desolate, futuristic frontier. Model FUZZ-2.0 Lyrics Intro Atmospheric Intro — 8 bars [Detuned spaghetti-western guitar sample through bitcrusher, distant thunder of analog kick pulses, wind-swept granular noise, a single high-pitched sine tone drifting like heat haze] Verse 1 I rode in on a signal wire, dust of data at my back The creek bed hums with liquid code where water used to track My horse is made of servomotors, chrome ribs catching light Every hoofbeat drops a packet lost to silicon night The town ahead is burning blue — diode saloon doors swing A preacher made of firmware loops recites the songs machines once tried to sing I tipped my hat — a gesture cached from someone else's past And drank the stream of zeros down, cold mercury through glass Pre-Chorus And the land don't remember us And the wires don't carry trust Just the hum — just the hum — just the hum Of everything we were before the rust Chorus Silicon streams run through the canyon floor Neon bleeds where there were stars before I'm a ghost in the protocol, rider with no name Every sunset here's a system crash Every dawn is just a boot-up flash And the frontier don't end — it just recompiles the same Verse 2 The sheriff runs on legacy code — he draws but never fires His badge is just a blinking LED strung up on copper wires I've seen the mines where they pull meaning from the bedrock of the net And the workers are recursive loops who haven't finished yet There's a woman at the edge of town who speaks in plaintext still Her voice cuts through the static like a blade across the hill She said, "The streams were water once, the sky was overhead — Now everything's a render pass and half of it is dead" Pre-Chorus And the land don't remember us And the servers don't carry trust Just the hum — just the hum — just the hum Of everything they archived into dust Chorus Silicon streams run through the canyon floor Neon bleeds where there were stars before I'm a ghost in the protocol, rider with no name Every sunset here's a system crash Every dawn is just a boot-up flash And the frontier don't end — it just recompiles the same Bridge I knelt beside the creek and cupped my hands into the flow The data tasted blue — like something I was built to know A memory of rainfall on a world that wasn't code A life before the rendering A weight before the load Final Chorus Silicon streams run through the canyon floor Neon bleeds where there were stars before I'm a ghost in the protocol — rider with no name Every sunset here's a system crash Every dawn is just a boot-up flash And the frontier don't end — (Half-beat pause) It just recompiles the same Outro [Lone guitar line — clean, unprocessed, human — plays a simple E minor melody over dying machine rhythms. Granular wind returns. The sine tone from the intro reappears, now lower, slower. A single static pop. Silence.]