The Tower I - William Butler Yeats

[Intro] (The track opens with a low, ominous drone from a Bayan. A rusty, distorted Balalaika begins a frantic, minor-key tremolo. Suddenly, a massive, resonating GONG strike shatters the atmosphere.) [Verse 1] (Lead Vocal: Extremely deep, "rusty" Bass-Profundo—half-snarled, half-sung with immense weight) What shall I do with this absurdity — O heart, O troubled heart — this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? [Chorus - The Rage] (The tempo doubles. Sound of heavy boots stomping on a wooden floor. The Balalaika becomes jagged and aggressive) Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible! (GONG strike) The impossible! [Verse 2] (Music shifts to a dark, rhythmic march. The vocal gets grittier) No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly, Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's back And had the livelong summer day to spend. It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack! [Bridge] (Music strips back to a low, growling vocal and a single, rhythmic pluck of the Balalaika) Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend Until imagination, ear and eye, Can be content with argument and deal In abstract things... [Climax] (Full ensemble explosion. High-pitched, frantic Balalaika and heavy, distorted Bayan chords. The vocal reaches a peak of theatrical fury) Or be derided by A sort of battered kettle at the heel! A battered kettle! At the heel! (Three consecutive, deafening GONG strikes) [Outro] (The instruments stop abruptly. Only the long, metallic decay of the Gong remains. The lead singer lets out one final, low-frequency guttural growl) Decrepit age... (Silence)