Schrödinger's Kamala

[drum machine: classic boom bap pattern with punchy kick and snare] [vinyl scratch: quick cuts to introduce the track] [Verse 1] [bass: deep, grooving line] In a world where shadows blend (blend) Where her story twists and bends (yeah) [scratching: emphasize "stage" and "cage"] There's a name that lights the stage In a spectrum, there's a cage [horn sample: short, jazzy stabs] From the roots of two rich lands She stands where his-tor-y spans [vinyl crackle intensifies] A tale in every single hue Is she one or is she two? [chorus] [bass: switch to more aggressive, syncopated pattern] [drums: add cymbal crashes on key phrases] Schrödinger's Kamala Harris (Who?) In the frame where colors blend (Blend!) Is she Black or is she Indian? (Which one?) The answers shift, the lines transcend (Shift!) [scratching: quick cuts between lines] Through the lens of every gaze She's the mix of every shade Schrödinger's Ka-ma-la Harris (Who dat?) In the history she's made (Made!) [Verse 2] [bass: return to original groove] [add light piano chords in background] In the tap-es-try of time (time) Her identity's a climb (climb) Is she de-fined by her skin's grace Or the culture she embraces? [horn sample: longer, more melodic phrase] In the dance of every name She's both sides of the same flame [vinyl scratch: emphasize "spun" and "sun"] In the narrative that's spun She's the light and she's the sun [chorus] (Repeat chorus with same instrumentation) [Bridge] [drums: switch to half-time feel] [bass: walking line] From the roots of Indian soil To the Black and proud re-coil [synth pad: subtle atmospheric sound] In her spirit, both worlds play In her heart, they find their way [drums: build up intensity] Ev-er-y question, every glance Is a dance, a given chance [scratching: intensify leading to chorus] To see her in the light of day Or in the night where shadows sway [chorus] (Repeat chorus with same instrumentation) [Outro] [drums: strip back to just kick and snare] [bass: simple, repetitive line] In the dance of how we see In the cross-roads of her plea [vinyl crackle fades in] She's a blend of every thread In the stories that are said [all instruments fade out except drums] Schrödinger's Kamala Harris In the colors she portrays [final scratch and drum hit] A symbol of both lands combined In the spectrum, she will stay [end]