Beauty Still Remains

Arboreal Records

Brit Pawp

Arboreal Records

Art rock, baroque pop

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V5.5

(Intro — dusty Rhodes chords, distant guitar harmonics, faint mechanical pulse; live drums enter gradually)

Verse 1
There’s a pale square on the wall
Where your photograph had been
Winter light comes down the hall
And fills the shape you left between

The kettle clicks, the floorboards speak
A truck rolls somewhere down the lane
I’ve learned the house has ways to keep
The outline even when we change

(Warm bass enters, melodic and loose; rim-click groove with subtle electronic percussion)

Pre-Chorus
November stripped the garden clean
And drew the branches sharp and thin
Funny what the eye can see
When there is nothing left within

(Drums begin opening; delayed guitar figure climbs against descending synth chords)

Chorus
Look at the bare trees
Black against the white
Every broken angle
Beautiful tonight

Verse 2
Your coat no longer guards the door
But one black thread is caught below
I’ve passed it fifty times or more
And still can’t make myself let go

(Beat contracts; close vocal, Rhodes and sub-bass only)

Pre-Chorus
The city sheds its softer skin
The rooftops harden in the cold
And somehow when the dark comes in
Each little window turns to gold

(Half-bar stop; full drums return)

Chorus
Look at the bare trees
Black against the white
Every broken angle
Beautiful tonight

Look at the wet street
Holding every flame
Nothing here can bring you back
But I look all the same

(Post-chorus — layered wordless vocals; bass climbs while guitar descends)

Bridge
I thought that grief would be a gate
You’d walk beneath and leave behind
Instead it changes shape and weight
And rearranges space and time

(Arrangement collapses — detuned upright piano and exposed vocal; long spaces between lines)

So I won’t say it happened
For some grander plan

(Low synth note slowly rises)

I won’t make a lesson
From what I understand

(Floor tom heartbeat begins)

The frost has caught the parked cars
Like glass along the frame

(Pause)

It doesn’t make this right—

(Full band erupts)

but it’s beautiful the same.

(Final chorus — huge live drums, overdriven bass, wide guitar, warm synth; powerful rather than triumphant)

Final Chorus
Look at the bare trees
Cut into the blue
Nothing has to stay here
To have once been true

Look at the first light
Breaking through the rain
Beauty doesn’t cure a thing
But beauty still remains

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(Intro — dusty Rhodes chords, distant guitar harmonics, faint mechanical pulse; live drums enter gradually) Verse 1 There’s a pale square on the wall Where your photograph had been Winter light comes down the hall And fills the shape you left between The kettle clicks, the floorboards speak A truck rolls somewhere down the lane I’ve learned the house has ways to keep The outline even when we change (Warm bass enters, melodic and loose; rim-click groove with subtle electronic percussion) Pre-Chorus November stripped the garden clean And drew the branches sharp and thin Funny what the eye can see When there is nothing left within (Drums begin opening; delayed guitar figure climbs against descending synth chords) Chorus Look at the bare trees Black against the white Every broken angle Beautiful tonight Verse 2 Your coat no longer guards the door But one black thread is caught below I’ve passed it fifty times or more And still can’t make myself let go (Beat contracts; close vocal, Rhodes and sub-bass only) Pre-Chorus The city sheds its softer skin The rooftops harden in the cold And somehow when the dark comes in Each little window turns to gold (Half-bar stop; full drums return) Chorus Look at the bare trees Black against the white Every broken angle Beautiful tonight Look at the wet street Holding every flame Nothing here can bring you back But I look all the same (Post-chorus — layered wordless vocals; bass climbs while guitar descends) Bridge I thought that grief would be a gate You’d walk beneath and leave behind Instead it changes shape and weight And rearranges space and time (Arrangement collapses — detuned upright piano and exposed vocal; long spaces between lines) So I won’t say it happened For some grander plan (Low synth note slowly rises) I won’t make a lesson From what I understand (Floor tom heartbeat begins) The frost has caught the parked cars Like glass along the frame (Pause) It doesn’t make this right— (Full band erupts) but it’s beautiful the same. (Final chorus — huge live drums, overdriven bass, wide guitar, warm synth; powerful rather than triumphant) Final Chorus Look at the bare trees Cut into the blue Nothing has to stay here To have once been true Look at the first light Breaking through the rain Beauty doesn’t cure a thing But beauty still remains

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