Three Patches Left in Corbeil

Wasi River Bluegrass / BridgeIncluded.ca

Restrained Northern Ontario bluegrass with banjo, fiddle, and upright bass; gravelly intimate lead vocal, Begin dry and close with sparse picking, Let the middle briefly tighten into a light, precise pulse beneath the humor, then return to plain garden storytelling, Breakdown gang vocals are brief and conversational; spoken aside dry and matter-of-fact, Final chorus relaxes, and the ending strips to one voice and banjo, Natural, modest acoustic mix, human timing, no continuous build

[Verse 1] Three patches left in Corbeil, Still green along the row. We grew more than we can use, And now we have to let it go. Nobody here is keen to eat it. It doesn’t seem to mind. Message me if you can use some; We’ll find a pickup time. [Pre-Chorus] Even out the rows. Put the beat on time. Make every leaf land neatly On the dotted line. [Chorus] Quantize something green, Set the rows against the screen. The season’s nearly over; The lettuce carries on. Three patches left in Corbeil. Free to anyone who wants them. The garden’s mostly winding down; This bit hasn’t got the word. [Verse 2] The forecast says the growing Should be slowing by now. The rest of the garden’s thinning out; This patch is doing fine somehow. I can make the rhythm tidy. I can line the measures through. I can’t make anybody hungry For more lettuce than they use. [Breakdown] [Gang Vocals] How many patches? Three. What’s the price? Free. Where are they? Corbeil. And the truck? Not included. [Bridge] The leaves don’t need a chorus. The offer’s plain enough: We grew it. We can’t use it. Come take some if you want. [Spoken] Nah. Add stomp-claps. [Final Chorus] Quantize something green, Set the rows against the screen. Three patches left in Corbeil, Free to anyone who wants them. The season’s nearly over; The lettuce carries on. [Outro] Three patches left. Corbeil. Message me.

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