A Perfect Time, A Perfect Place, For A Murder of Crows

dark gothic rock, brooding post-punk pulse, minor-key bass guitar ostinato, measured live drums with tom accents, chiming clean electric guitar and restrained organ, subtle cathedral choir textures, intimate haunting female lead expanding into a dramatic final chorus, dynamic verse-to-chorus build, shadowy spacious mix with controlled highs and clear vocal layers

[Intro – brief ethereal female choir, distant crows, low wind, faint bells]

[Female choir – soft, wordless]
Ahhh… ahhh…

[A crow calls]

[Verse 1 – Solo female vocal, intimate and haunting]
I came to the hills for a moment of peace
Where the rain had fallen and the clouds had ceased
Two black shadows upon the green
Watching me as I watched them

I broke my bread and scattered it wide
They came a little closer, side by side
No sound but the wind through the trees
And the beating of wings in the afternoon breeze

[Pre-Chorus – Female whispers layered with distant female choir]
One for sorrow—one for the mourning
Two for joy, but the joy comes warning
Three for a secret sealed below
Four for the branches bent in snow
Five for the ground where the lost things lie
Six black feathers, and one dead sky
For a murder of crows
Under a sky without a face
Where the cold wind blows

And they gather, and they wait
As the daylight slowly goes
A perfect time, a perfect place
For a murder of crows

[Verse 2 – Solo female vocal, quiet and melancholic]
One took the bread from beside my feet
Another watched from across the street
Their little eyes like polished stone
As though they knew I was alone

I sat in silence, they stayed with me
Black little figures beneath the trees
Nothing was asked, nothing was said
Just a hundred dark thoughts inside my head

[Pre-Chorus – Low female harmonies, increasingly ominous]
Seven at the window, scratching the pane
Eight in the rafters, counting my name
Nine on the rooftops, beaks turned below
Ten in a ring where the cold winds go
Eleven are waiting where no paths run
Twelve for the ending—and none for the sun
Under a sky without a face
Where the cold wind blows

And they gather, and they wait
As the daylight slowly goes
A perfect time, a perfect place
For a murder of crows

[Bridge – Ancient-sounding female cathedral choir, breathy female whispers]
Ahhh… ahhh…
Corvus… corvus…
Ahhh… ahhh…

[Female solo – almost whispered]
The hills fell quiet
The wind stood still
A thousand black wings
Above the hill

No one was dying
No blood was shed
But something was moving
Above my head

[Crows calling, wings beating, female choir rising]

[Final Chorus – Powerful female soprano lead, grand all-female gothic choir]
A perfect time, a perfect place
For a murder of crows
Beneath the fading afternoon
Where nobody goes

Let them gather, let them stay

Let them gather, let them stay
Let the whole world disappear
A perfect time, a perfect place
And nothing left to fear

[Outro – Solo female vocal, tender and fading]
I left them there upon the green
The loveliest darkness I had seen
And when I turned to walk away
One little crow had chosen to stay

[Female choir – distant, ethereal]
Ahhh… ahhh…
Corvus… corvus…

[One final crow call]

[Silence]

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[Intro – brief ethereal female choir, distant crows, low wind, faint bells] [Female choir – soft, wordless] Ahhh… ahhh… [A crow calls] [Verse 1 – Solo female vocal, intimate and haunting] I came to the hills for a moment of peace Where the rain had fallen and the clouds had ceased Two black shadows upon the green Watching me as I watched them I broke my bread and scattered it wide They came a little closer, side by side No sound but the wind through the trees And the beating of wings in the afternoon breeze [Pre-Chorus – Female whispers layered with distant female choir] One for sorrow—one for the mourning Two for joy, but the joy comes warning Three for a secret sealed below Four for the branches bent in snow Five for the ground where the lost things lie Six black feathers, and one dead sky For a murder of crows Under a sky without a face Where the cold wind blows And they gather, and they wait As the daylight slowly goes A perfect time, a perfect place For a murder of crows [Verse 2 – Solo female vocal, quiet and melancholic] One took the bread from beside my feet Another watched from across the street Their little eyes like polished stone As though they knew I was alone I sat in silence, they stayed with me Black little figures beneath the trees Nothing was asked, nothing was said Just a hundred dark thoughts inside my head [Pre-Chorus – Low female harmonies, increasingly ominous] Seven at the window, scratching the pane Eight in the rafters, counting my name Nine on the rooftops, beaks turned below Ten in a ring where the cold winds go Eleven are waiting where no paths run Twelve for the ending—and none for the sun Under a sky without a face Where the cold wind blows And they gather, and they wait As the daylight slowly goes A perfect time, a perfect place For a murder of crows [Bridge – Ancient-sounding female cathedral choir, breathy female whispers] Ahhh… ahhh… Corvus… corvus… Ahhh… ahhh… [Female solo – almost whispered] The hills fell quiet The wind stood still A thousand black wings Above the hill No one was dying No blood was shed But something was moving Above my head [Crows calling, wings beating, female choir rising] [Final Chorus – Powerful female soprano lead, grand all-female gothic choir] A perfect time, a perfect place For a murder of crows Beneath the fading afternoon Where nobody goes Let them gather, let them stay Let them gather, let them stay Let the whole world disappear A perfect time, a perfect place And nothing left to fear [Outro – Solo female vocal, tender and fading] I left them there upon the green The loveliest darkness I had seen And when I turned to walk away One little crow had chosen to stay [Female choir – distant, ethereal] Ahhh… ahhh… Corvus… corvus… [One final crow call] [Silence]

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