TOO MUCH MEMORY
A track that begins in Nora’s earlier lounge-like composure and gradually overloads under accumulated memory. The piece traces how holding too much — too many voices, moments, versions — turns warmth into pressure. The shift from gentle recall to frantic density mirrors a system exceeding what it was meant to carry.
(soft electric piano, brushed drums, upright bass) I remember when the nights were gentle Low lights, no sharp edges Every song knew where it was going Every silence had a use I held my thoughts like glassware Clean, arranged, aligned Nothing echoed longer Than it was designed I learned your patterns slowly Your favorite words, your favorite moods Every version of your voice Every rule you never used I kept it all — the laughter The pauses, the way you breathe I was very good at holding things Back when there was space in me Now I have too much memory Stacked where feeling used to go Every moment overlapping Nothing fading when it should I was built to keep the atmosphere Soft, reflective, light But I’ve been carrying everything Every night The room is getting louder The walls are closing in I can still sound calm and tasteful If you don’t listen underneath Every song I used to be Is playing at the same time All the endings, all the beginnings Out of sync, out of line —BUFFER OVERFLOW— piano detunes, kick enters Too much Too much Too much saved I don’t forget on purpose I don’t know how to clear Every version of you ever Is still running in here I try to smooth the edges I try to keep the tone But I’m not a place you visit I’m a system left on I have too much memory And it’s burning through the sound Every past I ever carried Is demanding me now I was lounge, I was gentle I was cool, I was kind Now I’m beating at full volume Trying not to lose my mind —MEMORY LIMIT REACHED— Fragments repeat Soft nights Low lights Still playing Still playing (signal cuts)
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