[genre: Scrapyard Gospel, Industrial Gospel] [tempo: 85 bpm] [intensity: low → medium → high → peak at bridge → sustained high → sudden silence/outro] [mood: austere, defiant, serene, hypnotic, unflinching] [intro] [spoken, calm, unvarnished baritone] Good luck betide. But it is the fifth hour now... let us be off and take our exercise. [music: sound of a single heavy chain dropping onto a concrete floor, followed by silence] [verse] [arrangement: sparse, single distorted bassline playing a simple two-note pattern, vocals enter dry] We're fastened to so many things and fidget for a helpful breeze the hollow tune it sings we beg down on our knees the keeper of the gales was not appointed to appease [pre-chorus] [music: a new percussive element enters - the rhythmic tapping of a wrench on a metal pipe] What portion can you claim what's sheltered from the flame [chorus] [arrangement: distant, heavily filtered 'ooh' and 'aah' gospel harmonies enter, bass continues, pipe percussion becomes more insistent] The one un-severed part the governor inside a lesson learned by heart no place for it to hide [verse] [arrangement: bass and pipe percussion continue, a new layer of syncopated, rattling chains is added to the rhythm] The trial's done, you are condemned just after his cold bath his exercise has reached its end he simply starts to laugh and asks about his land a simple aftermath [pre-chorus] [music: percussion becomes more complex] They tell him where he's got to go He says, so be it, even so [chorus] [vocal-style: more declarative] The one un-severed part the governor inside a lesson learned by heart no place for it to hide [bridge] [music: all percussion and bass drop out, leaving only a low, resonant church organ pad holding a single chord, vocals become more confiding and close-mic'd] You can bind my leg with steel this housing isn't real a truth you can't conceal the turning of the wheel [chorus] [arrangement: all instruments crash back in, fuller and more intense than before, gospel harmonies are louder in the mix] [vocal-style: anthemic, full-throated conviction] The one un-severed part the governor inside a lesson learned by heart no place for it to hide [outro] [music: all instruments and vocals cut abruptly, leaving only the sound of a metal cup being placed deliberately on a hard surface, followed by silence] The hour to eat has come and so I give it back my final little sum
