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Prompt: Track Title: The Gilded Cage Artist: abc Tempo: 140 BPM Key: D Minor Vocalist: Epic Female Voice (Range: Mezzo-soprano with belt power, capable of both haunting vulnerability and raw, aggressive power) Section 1: The Violent Bloom (0:00 - 0:30) (Heavy Violin Intro) 0:00 - 0:05: A massive, percussive strike. The violinist uses the wood of the bow (col legno) to strike the strings hard, creating a sharp, rattling attack, synchronized with a thunderous kick drum hit. Silence. 0:06 - 0:15: The violin erupts into a furious, distorted, sustained low-end drone on the open D and G strings. Extreme bow pressure creates a gritty, "crunchy" tone, amplified by a heavy fuzz pedal. It's massive, aggressive, and raw. Drums rumble underneath with low toms. 0:16 - 0:30: The violin rips into a fast, aggressive, rhythmic riff—double-stops in a D minor pentatonic scale, each bow stroke a percussive blow. The guitar enters subtly, playing a high, sustained, clean harmonic note that rings like a distant bell, providing ethereal contrast. The bass drum locks in with the violin's assault. Sound Description: For the first 15 seconds, it's just the violinist and drummer. The violin is distorted, raw, and percussive. The guitar adds a ghostly layer behind it, establishing the violin as the undisputed leader. Section 2: The Marching Order (0:31 - 1:00) (Instrumental Riff) Music: The full band locks in. Drums drive a powerful rock beat. Guitar and bass join the violin's riff, doubling it in unison. The violin continues its percussive, double-stopped chugging, but now it's backed by the full weight of the band. The texture is thick, snarling, and unified. Section 3: The Soaring Lament (1:01 - 1:35) (Verse 1) Music: The intensity drops. Guitar shifts to a cleaner, arpeggiated chord progression (Dm - Bb - F - C). Drums pull back to a half-time groove, spacious and wide. The violin softens, playing long, sustained, emotional notes that weave around the vocal line. Vocals (Enter - Clean, melodic, tinged with ethereal sadness): (Echoey, distant) "Woke up to the sound of rain... on a silver pane..." (Becomes clearer, more present) "Counted all the cracks in the walls, called them by name. They polish these bars every day till they gleam and shine, But I'd t

Created: 2026-02-26T20:59:01.651Z