Vintage 1975 folk rock, raw and intimate production, live room sound with natural reverb, dry and sparse arrangement like early Bob Dylan meets Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell. Open D tuning acoustic guitar fingerpicking (very sparse and delicate), lonesome modal harmonica (Dorian mode, high and wailing), light bass and soft drums that only enter in the chorus, subtle electric guitar and churchy organ in the final chorus. Male nasal storytelling vocals (Verse 1), female nasal talk-singing vocals (Verse 2), beautiful emotional male-female harmonies in choruses. [Intro: sparse acoustic fingerpicking + lonesome harmonica] [Verse 1 - Male, intimate] So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become a solid tower, Tall among tall towers. I thank the builders, May care and sadness pass them by. [Chorus - Duo male and female, warm harmonies] Stones forged my tower, scars turned to dawn's own fire, Dove eats peace from hands the pain refined and raised higher. The Muse will seal the page where suffering once conspired. [Harmonica solo - high, wailing, free, 8 bars] [Verse 2 - Female, rushed talk-singing] From here I'll see the sunrise earlier, Here the sun's last ray rejoices. And into the windows of my room The northern breezes often fly. And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat… The Muse's tawny hand, divinely calm And delicate, will finish it. [Chorus - Duo male and female, warm harmonies] Stones forged my tower, scars turned to dawn's own fire, Dove eats peace from hands the pain refined and raised higher. The Muse will seal the page where suffering once conspired. [Bridge - full stop, slow rubato, intimate spoken-sung duo, almost confessional] And still the light remembers… [Final Chorus - full band, louder, emotional, organ swell, subtle electric guitar]
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