[INTRO, Acoustic guitar finger-picking, the sound of a potter’s wheel or rhythmic hand-clapping] [Verse 1, warm, intimate] The screen is flat, the light is cold and blue But there’s a world of wonder waiting just for you Put down the mouse, leave the screen behind We’re going searching for what the fingers find I want to see the charcoal dust upon your face I want to see the water colors find their place In the bleeding edges, in the messy lines That’s where the spirit of the artist shines. [Chorus, building energy, rhythmic] Feel the clay begin to soften in your hand (Press it down) Understand the soil, understand the clay There’s no "undo," there’s only what you do When the life-force of the art is moving through! It’s the smell of oil, the grit of the stone Like no software that you’ve ever known Is the hand and the heart working as one That’s how the real work gets done. [Verse 2] Dip the brush in water, watch the pigment run A hundred different colors dancing in the sun You’ve got to feel the resistance of the brush The patience of the process, the joy and the strain If the ink should splatter, if the line goes wide Don’t hide the "mistake," keep it deep inside Woven in the fabric, part of the design A human moment, imperfect and divine. [Chorus, joyous and driving] Feel the clay begin to soften in your hand (Press it down) Understand the soil, understand the clay There’s no "undo," there’s only what you do When the life-force of the art is moving through! It’s the smell of oil, the grit of the stone Like no software that you’ve ever known Is the hand and the heart working as one That’s how the real work gets done. [Bridge, rhythmic, sounds of tools hitting wood or clay, Percussion breakdown] Wash the brushes in the sink [Splash] Watch the silver turn to pink [Clean it up] Respect the tools, respect the craft Before the world went digital, we stood and laughed At the idea that a button could replace the soul The tactile journey is what makes us whole! [Outro, fading to a single guitar] Stay human in the making (Keep it real) The earth is yours for taking (How does it feel?) Just a child and a lump of clay... Dreaming the world into existence today.
