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Love
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Electronic
Love was released on January 3, 2026 by Brunotones as a part of the album Disco
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AlbumDisco
Release DateJanuary 3, 2026
LabelBrunotones
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BRUNOTONES
BRUNOTONES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRUNOTONES
BRUNOTONES
Songwriter
Bruno Schulz
Bruno Schulz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Love is the oldest word on earth
Love is the oldest word we know
Its roots come from ancient tongues
Old high German spoke of "libe"
It meant joy, favor, deep delight
Latin whispered "libet", it pleases
Already we see two faces
Desire, devotion
Science answers with precise coldness
Love is not Mr. Alone
It is chemistry, electricity, storm inside
Dopamine explodes, painting skies with fire
Serotonin drops, leaving hearts unsteady
Oxytocin glues bodies into sacred nearness
Vasopressin keeps lovers returning
Bonded tight, neurons conspire against reason and surprises
Love is a brain's sweet rebellion
Philosophy never stopped debating love's truth
Plato called it memory of unity
Two halves longing for ancient wholeness
Aristotle named it the best friendship
He said love wants the good
Medieval troubadours transformed it into courtly discipline
They sang and kingdoms bent to passion
Kierkegaard called love freedom and dizzy choice
Romantics turned it almost into religion
They believed ecstasy was love's true temple
Julie Gillespie Knossos wrote it best
"Love is finding rest in another's heart"
In one line, she disarmed philosophers
Rest, shelter, home, the soul's demand
Love is our most delicate architecture
History remembers its loudest testaments
Cleopatra and Antony defied the empire
Their passion shook marble and crowns
Haloese and Abelard burned in secrecy
Letters kept their love alive for centuries
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera collided fiercely
Their love was brushstrokes and arguments
John Lennon and Yoko Ono staged love
For them, love was protest and art
Every culture sang love's paradoxical script
It is bondage, yet it is freedom
It is madness, yet it is cure
It is agony, yet it is bliss
Philosophers attempt definitions
Lovers embody mystery
Love binges self-portraits, the gallows gig
Poets polish metaphors, still fall short
Scientists map chemicals, still miss essence
The body trembles, the soul testifies
Love remains bigger than syllables or scans
Love is anchor and wings together
It roots us, it sets us flying
It is both silence and thunder
It is both exile and return
It is both pain and healing, and healing
It is both question and answer
Love is our most human gift
It breaks logic and repairs loneliness
It alights bruises, ruins pyres, saves souls
It cannot be tamed or replaced
It cannot be calculated or traded
It cannot be silenced or forgotten
Love is the last word standing
Love is the first word spoken
Love is finally our eternal unrest
And also our deepest possible rest
Written by: BRUNOTONES, Bruno Schulz
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