# pulse under latent semantic envelopes *Lyrics as well as the process of how it became like this* ## Lyrics, in full 第一部。 Surface. The equilibrium of silence between the static magnetic noise, the watery planes, and the optical waves. Blurred and mangled electronic signs over the outbound atmospheric leeway. Distant stations estimated in abnormal heat perform the inconsistent collimation rite. Dive. The black screen of stalemate conceals the massive stars, the charred comets, and the meteorites. Their questionable glitters, once emissions of brave borderers and dark adventurers, now the only traces, obscured and indifferent to all but those with a special breed of faith. The noise floor of a receiving environment is the aggregate of all background signal energy present across a given frequency band at any instant. In urban contexts, primary contributors include electromagnetic emissions from power distribution infrastructure, wireless communications networks, and consumer electronic devices. The noise floor is not centrally coordinated; no single source generates it. It emerges from the cumulative output of many independently operating transmitters, each functioning within its own parameters, whose combined effect is persistent and largely uniform. Under standard conditions, this background level is treated as a fixed baseline rather than a variable of interest. Signals whose amplitude falls at or below this baseline remain physically present in the medium but cannot be distinguished from the background by a receiving system, and are not considered recoverable. An impulse signal, also referred to as a unit impulse, is defined as a signal with zero value at all points in time except a single instant, at which its value is notionally unbounded, subject to the constraint that its total integrated area equals unity. In practice, true impulse signals cannot be physically produced; they are approximated by short-duration, high-amplitude pulses of sufficient bandwidth. The impulse response of any linear time-invariant system — that is, the output produced when an impulse is presented as input — fully characterises that system's behaviour under any subsequent input. In the absence of any input, a system at rest produces no output and exhibits no properties that distinguish it from any other inactive system. From a single impulse and its measured response, the complete transfer function of the system can be derived. 第二部。 Subdued sonic scalars vectorise Acoustic aberrations dissipate Isotropic funnel strikes a packet rain Fine-grained bags of acks ground astray Ocean as a desert buries all of its life Deck the shell with a perfect thermocline Curtain shut before the Fresnel bights Plasma buildup swells your rovers' thighs 第三部。 Particulate pressure across a landlocked island Ultraviolet utilitarian paints every third crag bland Lossy lies lament the ludicrous lawful liberty Siren sounds soaken in the sauna of substantiality Eccentric sediments launch unbidden perpetuity ## Planning area ### Outline The song is about how one keeps his own rhythm which is kind of different from what his surrounding expects. It's not mortally different that will easily get crushed, also due to the surrounding environment being more of a latent mechanical movement rather than something that actively suppresses abnormalities. The rather abstract protagonist is the same perspective in 'sauna as ubiquitous neural analeptic' and 'rover over virtually eternal roundabouts'. Not necessarily strict because this protagonist is but an illusionary shadow that's at most half-concrete. She could be any hims and vice versa or any other way round. The latent semantic envelopes are the devourer of individual pulses. They don't do it on purpose like there is a single traceable mastermind and the suppression is intentional. It is just ambient and gigantic in volume. There is no malice, just gravity. Fighting against the ambience is not a real fight, not a winnable fight if the opposition must be defeated. The ambience is in a way the world itself. It is more indefatigable than any of its components. The reason for letting out pulses is not to be acknowledged. The reception and ACK is slightly appreciated but not the driving motivation behind the original transmission. We/I pulse for a set of concepts that might be generalised as reasons, but the desire to be received is not part of it. It's probably easy to conclude phenomenally that if establishing connections is rewarding, then the rewarding emotional spikes become the main reason to keep doing so. Not exactly. But denying is weak and not elegant. The best way to deny something is always presenting a better alternative. The main reason to do anything, including pulsing and establishing connections (consequentially) is authenticity. The action is the reason itself. It's OK to wrap some common sense of this authenticity in forms like 'pulsing is fun, so I pulse' - 'fun' is probably here authenticity masquerading. ### A bit more concrete FM radio as underlying image. Also fittingly fitting for using FM detune audio FX on a side note. Submarine, underwater, subsonic and supersonic pings as well as passive hydroacoustic searching. Literally, there can be long, essay-like, paragraphs (not too many) with structurally interconneting statements and sentences. But flairs of fragmented fractures of language (almost alliteration) is also appreciated and desired. **Structural proposal** 1. "Surface." - the breach, the fever-dream opener 2. Instrumental - let the image settle 3. Essay/documentary - the explanatory core, almost clinical, "semi-boring scientific" (this is where the concept gets stated plainly before the rest of the song complicates it) 4. Instrumental - going into the poemic verses 5. Poem-ic verses - emotional density, maybe climax, maybe not 6. P-U-L-S-E 5-liners - trademark closer, acrostic constraint 7. Instrumental outro ## Construction zone The first locked in draft version of the song. Things get developed even after this version. ```cpp // Opener Surface. The equilibrium of silence between the static magnetic noise, the watery planes, and the optical waves. Blurred and mangled electronic signs over the outbound informational motorway. Distant stations estimated in abnormal heat perform the collimation rite. // think a submarine surfacing at night to do some radio comms as the starting point, then infuse it with a fever dream Dive. The black screen of stalemate conceals the black stars, the black comets, the black meteorites their questionable glitters, once emissions of brave borderers and dark adventurers now the only traces, obscured and indifferent to all but those with a special breed of faith. // 'Dive' - an opposite to 'Surface'. This is on the receiving end. // Just see this as 'receiving other guys' pulses'. // 'Brave Borderer' and 'Dark Adventurer' are Royal Navy patrol boats, but the names are kind of fitting and confusing so at home here. Maybe. // Instrumental bridging. // The pseudo documentary narration, half-blended into the background music // in a metalingual sense the music is the background noise and the narration is the signal with a low SNR. Or one could consider the roles swapped. The noise floor of a receiving environment is the aggregate of all background signal energy present across a given frequency band at any instant. In urban contexts, primary contributors include electromagnetic emissions from power distribution infrastructure, wireless communications networks, and consumer electronic devices. The noise floor is not centrally coordinated; no single source generates it. It emerges from the cumulative output of many independently operating transmitters, each functioning within its own parameters, whose combined effect is persistent and largely uniform. Under standard conditions, this background level is treated as a fixed baseline rather than a variable of interest. Signals whose amplitude falls at or below this baseline remain physically present in the medium but cannot be distinguished from the background by a receiving system, and are not considered recoverable. An impulse signal, also referred to as a unit impulse, is defined as a signal with zero value at all points in time except a single instant, at which its value is notionally unbounded, subject to the constraint that its total integrated area equals unity. In practice, true impulse signals cannot be physically produced; they are approximated by short-duration, high-amplitude pulses of sufficient bandwidth. The impulse response of any linear time-invariant system — that is, the output produced when an impulse is presented as input — fully characterises that system's behaviour under any subsequent input. In the absence of any input, a system at rest produces no output and exhibits no properties that distinguish it from any other inactive system. From a single impulse and its measured response, the complete transfer function of the system can be derived. This property is considered foundational to systems analysis. // build some tension with bass and drum and fiddle here // sung part so count the syllables // more 'rhythmic yelling' than singing, you get the idea Subdued sonic scalars vectorise Acoustic aberrations dissipate // --- stanza: the receiving end --- Isotropic funnel strikes a packet rain Fine-grained bags of acks ground astray Ocean as a desert buries all of its life Deck the shell with a perfect thermocline // 'deck the shell': intentional vagueness between 'decorate the outer shell' and 'knock on the border surface'. Curtain shut before the Fresnel bights Plasma buildup swells your rover's thighs // ending verse(s) before the painfully long instrumental outro // P: particulate pressure plagues across a landlocked island // U: ultraviolet utilitarian paints every third crag bland // L: lossy lies lament the ludicrous lawful liberty // S: siren sounds soaken in the sauna of substantiality // E-S-L-U-P: essential sentiments leave unbidden perpetually ``` ## Notes about this song I will be just writing about anything I think of related to this song. At least for the first go. It's not really creative when you set yourself an agenda and duly follow it. ### Why pulse Some time after witnessing the rover song go locally viral at the second transparent fes I said to myself there will be a third. Almost immediately after that, I was sure the keyword would be 'pulse'. Then it took me several months to figure out the third recursive acronym composition. Maybe more than several months. The choice in 'pulse' is for a very apparent reason. It's literally the last kairo (original) song. That is, the last song in the last album. I know they had more 2hu released after that but that's a different business, isn't it. It also is a very good word in itself because there is vitality, there is machinery, there is electronics and engineering, all in one package. It's kairo plus Northwich committee of magic researches. ### Educational rock It's now a traditional practice to sample random people speaking random stuff in a post-rock / prog rock / chill hip-hop / shoegaze / you name it song. There is a hip-hop remix of Niinistö's new year's day address but I can't really dig it out of the Internet rabbit hole. And to start with literally the first post-rock I ever listened to was the 2hu band 'the distant journey to you' by our Veto guy and there was an excerpt of Kon Satoshi's 'Paprika' in one of the songs. When I really started to shape this song I was listening to way more Snakes Don't Belong In Alaska than I should. Two of their later songs sampled someone presumably giving a lecture or speech or that sort of presentation. I very much liked it as I'm a big podcast person. It's like listening to your podcasts with psychedelica music accompanying. I also have been a firm believer that signal processing is something any music-aware people should have at least a slightest idea about. So here we are. It's only natural to make my own mini lecture about some signal basics and incorporate that audio signal into the song. The other parts of the song are intentionally cryptic, evasive, indirect, fuzzy, ambiguous but the educational bit should be factual enough it can be considered a decent crash course on what it talks about. Aside from being the catalyst for the song's underlying emotional progressions. We'll talk about that later or never. ### Football manager ruined my life and LLM agents severed it into pieces Back in your 2022s and 2023s, I wasn't aware of Anthropic and ChatGPT was basically chat powered by GPT. But this time I approach my songwriting as a relatively heavy Claude user. I never fully hand the lyric composition to LLM agents or raw LLMs as that's the fun bit, not the chore bit. What I personally do is usually tell the Claude 'hey I'm thinking about something like this' in either the plainest of languages or just a draft verse. 9 out of 10 times its response pisses me off. Which is consistent with the experience when you do these exchanges with any verified decent human counterpart. No disrespect to my verified 'I can talk poetic bullshit with them' friends but that just happens. And it happens for good. You see the key here is I have someone to talk to, 24/7, super fluent in languages I speak or not, only restricted by usage limits. For writing lyrics I never hit the limits, by the way. An adversary is an essential upgrade to a rubber duck as it gives you feedback. LLM at the core means this adversary is complex enough to be considered unpredictable and thus inspiring. Your Claudes and ChatGPTs and maybe Geminis out of the box loves proposing verses after verses which is less helpful. Fortunately, I've tweaked my instances to hold fire and communicate in a more atmospheric way. In a convo I get myself immersed in the atmosphere I initiated and the agent amplified. I guess that's where all the fever dreams root from. ### On professionalism and why I consider myself pro enough even if I have no proper proof In a way, I think it's probably true that flair and discipline has a dance of balance in many things, and I take music and association football as two seemingly irrelevant examples. Simply because I'm somewhat invested in those two. A classical piece in the broadest sense takes many, many players with their respective instruments. There would be a leader violinist or a pianist or similar role but let's face it, for like 99% of the time, orchestra players don't play flashy solo phrases. I feel it's like how you have no-nonsense centre backs and anchor defensive midfielders like Jordan Rossiter, that in a sense stand out even less than a goalkeeper. Your rock and pop bands of 3, 4, 5 people is something else. Basically everyone needs to be a star. Everyone will have flashy, tricky solo riffs. And don't get me wrong, I by no means am stating that playing simple notes correctly is inferior to smashing an outrageous riff, or that only getting the ball and passing to the nearest full back is inferior to dribbling over 5 defenders and driving home with a full bollocks swing. That is just not true. Doing the less fancy 'basic' but proper and well is just a slightly, or very different dimension of professionalism. I personally very like no-nonsense centre backs because I played as one because I couldn't do fancy stuff on the pitch. I don't think I can do fancy stuff in my FL studio either. The justification around all this equity of professionalism had a big portion of making myself feel less useless when I tried and mostly failed to learn to play the guitar then bass. Today I'm totally ok and free of complexes like that. The financial stability is also very real. My plan about music has always been 'find a job so I can play with music' and I've finally done it. I mean I never got anywhere around trying to be self-sustainable with music alone or as the main means, but having that peace of mind of a roof above is certainly helpful even for a hobby. Having music to unleash my creativity buildup when there is any also helps me cope with the 'boring' day job so it's a win-win. Probably. ### Music, bloody hell I don't think one should be expecting me to elaborate on how delicate my music craftsmanship is after the revelation and identification as a no-nonsense FL Studio user at best Conference National level. But you see, there are people who watch Conf Nat as devoted as they themselves watch the Prem, or even more. Absolute skill levels are not that much of a matter. I opted to go for a classic dual-bass, dual-telecaster setup with various other helper instruments because that's simply my favourite. The second bass actually turned out to be utilised less than I originally planned based on how things went in 'rover over virtually eternal roundabouts'. Also, the song started as my experiment of a more techno-heavy style. It didn't end well, but the techno leftovers might be (I'm doubtful) spotted around the place. Then I switched to the target of making this one the third piece in the recursive acronym trilogy, so essentially I'm doing humble plagiarism on the previous two songs. 'sauna as universal neural analeptic' and 'rover over virtually eternal roundabouts' if you're wondering (no one asked). Like stated elsewhere the psychedelica influence from SDBIA is faintly visible (audible). I also applied some of the minimalism principles to the guitar lines, they should be perceivably sparser than some contemporaries. Drums and percussions have always been my passion but I think I just got too lazy to fine tune every loop pattern. A drum track of eternally-morphing patterns is not realistic in some sense after all. ### Vocal synthesis masterclass Could be stating the obvious, but I'm much better at English than Japanese. When it comes to songwriting I might even argue English enjoys priority over my first language, which is Chinese. So it's a bit of a hassle when there is no good enough Yukari TTS on the shelf. On a side note, Kotonoha sisters got their official English / Chinese TTS but that's a shambles. To put it mildly. When I discovered GPT-SoVITS which in English is something that allows you to generate many languages in person A's voice and person B's accent (partly), it's only natural that I immediately went for it. It fit like a glove on the foot. You see, the problem with many voice changers, even in the l'époque de l'intelligence artificielle, is that they end up with English (simplified) pronunciations. Some give you RP but that's not what I want either. It's the models that are my problem and I needed something more weird. The goal was to mix rallienglanti, Bristolian, and some Aussie flavour to produce the random and weird English I usually speak. The end product is nowhere near that, but equally far from 'standard' English. Which is very acceptable. Also, this synthesised voice should not be considered truly Yukari in the copyright or trademarks sense. I credited Yukari because I included pieces of Japanese voice made with the authentic A.I.VOICE 2 editor with a valid license. Just saying. For the sung parts, Synthesiser V Studio Pro 2 is the weapon of massive destruction of choice as always. The actual labour is rather boring so I'll leave it as 'I mix-matched mostly Spanish and English phonemes'. ### So what is this song about? It's all in the title mate. Keep reading if you think that alone is not meaningful enough. I'm firmly against providing an answer as standard yet very happy to write my personal interpretations. On condition that no one promotes the following text as the only valid official explanation to the song, I can give this: There is atmospheric pressure around every one of us. It is like the environmental noise that suffocates signals without malice. The noise itself also contains various meaningful, info-bearing signals but all piled up together as a big blob of something. This is the 'latent semantic envelopes' bit. The pulse is an object as well as an action. It's both the signal that gets sent (and drowned) and the action of sending such signals. Not to mention it also means one's heart beats which is a necessary condition for that guy to be alive. Pulsing, under 'latent semantic envelopes' or more straightforwardly, under overwhelming noise, is absurd. But if you subscribe to the absurd, it's not really a problem. That's it. I probably should have required signing an EULA to have access to this. ### A personal crusade against claims of superhuman frequential cognitive abilities The decision to use the 192 kbps MP3 as a source of truth, converting from that to nominally WAV and everything else was based on several grounds. But the dominant one is that I never liked high fidelity above a certain threshold of good enough. And that threshold for me is roughly 192 kbps of MP3. Another reason is that I would like even one more person to think outside of the box, into the channels, towards the corner flag, that this is a form of proper, intentional digital lofi rather than lossy media. It's totally fair to consider this shithousery because shithousery is what I see it as. I'm not doing this digital lo-fi for the sake of art, I do this as reactive banter invoked by phonophile nonsense. If 192 kbps MP3 is good enough to me, then it's good enough. I do think at 128 kbps I start to sense that something is missing and more information density would be appreciated. So the personal threshold is there or thereabouts. ### Trivia - In case you didn't notice, the title forms a recursive acronym. - In case you didn't notice, the final verse is an acrostic of 'pulse'. - In case you didn't notice, the last line is a reverse acrostic of 'pulse'. - Brave Borderer and Dark Adventurer are RN fast patrol crafts, or in English, torpedo boats. And I believe both are playable in War Thunder which is why I know them. - 'Ocean as a desert buries all of its life' is a blatant steal from America's 'A horse with no name'. The original line is 'ocean is a desert with its life underground'. - I have to sneak in the exact words 'rover' and 'sauna', sorry. And in case you didn't notice, they are two related songs. - Many of the words could be understood with a leaning towards their optical engineering aspects. That said, I was more on the electronics end of my opto-electronic science and engineering syllabus. - Meta-trivia: this note is plagued by football cliches, and the song has contracted some.