Send It Long

Irish-rock, low dark male vocal in a powerful clipped, rhythmic belt; driving 126 BPM pulse with hard drums, rolling bass, and delay-soaked lead guitar; wide stereo guitar delay, broad open choruses, punchy full-band mix, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑strings, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑thin vocal, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal, ‑smooth, ‑lounge, ‑American accent, ‑rap, ‑celtic, ‑fiddle, ‑tin whistle, ‑bagpipes, ‑bodhran, ‑jig, ‑reel

[Pre-Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, belted, heavy bass]
Level score and ninety seconds and the ball is in my hand
And the manager is roarin' from the line, I understand

[Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, huge belted Irish-rock vocal, delay-soaked lead guitar]
Send it long and bring it home
Hundred meters up the field and I'm on my own
Twenty years of waitin' in the one place I have known
Send it long and bring it home

[Verse 2: Irish-rock male lead, harder, driving hard drums]
I could chip it to the corner, I could play it safe and short
But I've watched the far posts twenty years from the wrong end of the sport
Hurl back, eyes up, there's a hush across the stand
And I strike it like I'm cuttin' every rope that held the land
Every Sunday in the drizzle, every Tuesday in the dark
Every time they put six past me and I walked home from the park

[Pre-Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, belted, heavy bass]
Level score and ninety seconds and the ball is in my hand
And the manager is roarin' from the line, I understand

[Bridge: Irish-rock male lead, delay-guitar ripple, wide open chorus]
Up it goes across the halfway and the forty-five and on
Over every year of losin', over every summer gone
Over all their backs and forwards and their keeper at the end
And it sails across the bar and the parish roars again

[Final Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, huge belted Irish-rock vocal, delay-soaked lead guitar]
Send it long and bring it home
Hundred meters up the field and I'm on my own
Twenty years of waitin' in the one place I have known
Send it long and bring it home

[Outro: Irish-rock male lead, belted, driving hard drums]
Six hundred souls on the field and the cup above my head
And the keeper scored the winner, that's what they'll say till the end

[End]

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[Verse 1: Irish-rock male lead, powerful belted, driving hard drums] Twenty years I stood in goal for a parish of six hundred souls Never scored a single point, my job was keepin' out the goals Farmers' sons and the butcher's boy and the schoolteacher on the wing We were laughed at every summer and we never won a thing Now it's county final Sunday and the whole town's on the bus Every shop in Kilbrack shuttered and the priest is ridin' with us [Pre-Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, belted, heavy bass] Level score and ninety seconds and the ball is in my hand And the manager is roarin' from the line, I understand [Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, huge belted Irish-rock vocal, delay-soaked lead guitar] Send it long and bring it home Hundred meters up the field and I'm on my own Twenty years of waitin' in the one place I have known Send it long and bring it home [Verse 2: Irish-rock male lead, harder, driving hard drums] I could chip it to the corner, I could play it safe and short But I've watched the far posts twenty years from the wrong end of the sport Hurl back, eyes up, there's a hush across the stand And I strike it like I'm cuttin' every rope that held the land Every Sunday in the drizzle, every Tuesday in the dark Every time they put six past me and I walked home from the park [Pre-Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, belted, heavy bass] Level score and ninety seconds and the ball is in my hand And the manager is roarin' from the line, I understand [Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, huge belted Irish-rock vocal, delay-soaked lead guitar] Send it long and bring it home Hundred meters up the field and I'm on my own Twenty years of waitin' in the one place I have known Send it long and bring it home [Bridge: Irish-rock male lead, delay-guitar ripple, wide open chorus] Up it goes across the halfway and the forty-five and on Over every year of losin', over every summer gone Over all their backs and forwards and their keeper at the end And it sails across the bar and the parish roars again [Final Chorus: Irish-rock male lead, huge belted Irish-rock vocal, delay-soaked lead guitar] Send it long and bring it home Hundred meters up the field and I'm on my own Twenty years of waitin' in the one place I have known Send it long and bring it home [Outro: Irish-rock male lead, belted, driving hard drums] Six hundred souls on the field and the cup above my head And the keeper scored the winner, that's what they'll say till the end [End]

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