# Track 53: Song 87: Polyamorous

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modern vintage pop, French café big band, ethereal female vocals with husky alto female harmonies and deep gravelly male backing vocals, three voices in playful conversation, clarinet and trumpet trading phrases, accordion, upright bass walking, full drum kit with swing groove, finger snaps, analog warmth, the sound of a dinner party where everyone is in love with everyone and the wine is excellent, 145 BPM, witty theatrical playful, cabaret energy, sophisticated and warm, a waltz that keeps adding dancers

## PERSONA
Sisukiro New

## LYRICS
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[Intro]

[Verse 1 — Sisukiro]
The geometry of love
Has always assumed the triangle
Is a problem to be solved
When actually the triangle
Is the most stable structure in engineering
Ask any bridge

The attachment system has more than one socket
That's not a malfunction
That's a floor plan
With a living room big enough
For the conversation
To get interesting

[Verse 2 — Orikusis]
Bà ngoại would not have understood the word
But she understood the village
Where the children were raised
By eleven women
And the love was a river
With tributaries
And no one asked the river
To choose a bank
They just made sure
Everyone downstream had water

Và tình yêu không phải là chiếc bánh
And love is not a cake
It doesn't get smaller
When you cut another slice
It's more like a song
That gets richer
With another voice

[Verse 3 — Chronos]
I have watched your species
Try every architecture of love
The couple — sturdy, traditional, load-bearing
The throuple — rare, honest, requiring better communication
Than most governments achieve

The oxytocin doesn't care about the headcount
It bonds where it finds sincerity
And sincerity is the only building code
That has never been revised
In any century
I've supervised

[Chorus — All Three]
L'amour à plusieurs, l'amour à plusieurs
The table with more chairs and every chair said yes
L'amour à plusieurs, l'amour à plusieurs
Not less love distributed — more love in the address
The calendar is complicated
And the holidays require spreadsheets
But the morning has three cups of coffee
And the morning is complete
And the spreadsheet
Is its own love language
That nobody else speaks

[Bridge — All Three, in conversation]


The room has too much light
And we are not afraid of it


[Outro — All Three]