There She Goes (The Obsession Mix) - Moody Synthed

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[Intro: 8 Bars. The sound of rain on pavement. A heavy, slow Synth-bass pulse begins. A lonely Piano plays a minor melody. The Saxophone enters with a low, breathy growl.]
[Verse 1]
[Vocals: Spoken word, deep and intimate, right in the ear]
There she goes
A beauty that I never earned
There she stands
Such grace I never could have learned
Sometimes she speaks
While sleeping, with my pillow she will play
I let her be
As long as in my sheets she decides to stay
[Chorus]
[Music swells - The Synth bass gets louder/grittier. Drums kick in with a slow, heavy thud]
[Vocals: Singing now, low and powerful]
And even guardians of the law
Look kindly on her parking flaw
And even cops are in awe
When she marches past, sensual and raw
Without a flaw
[Verse 2]
[Music strips back to just the Bass and a rhythmic hi-hat tick]
[Vocals: Resigned, cynical tone]
I know quite well
That she won’t stay with me for a spell
I know quite well
She spends her time in someone else's hell
[Piano: Dark, dissonant chord]
She has sometimes
Secrets of which I’d rather not know
She floats sometimes
And dreams until she lets my memory go
[Chorus]
[The Saxophone weaves in and out of the vocal lines]
And even guardians of the church
Look down kindly from their perch
The Bishop says: "This is God's work"
Bows his grey head, leaves his research
Just one more word
"Thank you, Lord"
[Saxophone Solo]
[Saxophone Feature: 16 Bars. The sax takes the lead. It plays a seductive, bluesy melody that slowly turns into a desperate, high-pitched wail before dropping back down to a low, rumbling sub-tone.]
[Verse 3]
[Vocals: Very quiet, almost a whisper]
She has sometimes
Secrets of which I’d rather not know
She floats sometimes
And dreams until she lets my memory go
[Chorus]
[Full texture: Swelling synth pads, heavy drums, aggressive piano strikes]
And even guardians of this land
Would rather stand where I now stand
Yes, the Premier bids for her hand
And offers me his portfolio grand
But I have no demand
Go howl at the moon
[Outro]
[The beat stops. The deep Synth drone remains]
[Vocals: Deep, gravelly fade out]
There she goes...
[Saxophone: A final, fading phrase]
There she goes...
[Piano: Single low note]
There she goes...
[Fade to black]

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[Intro: 8 Bars. The sound of rain on pavement. A heavy, slow Synth-bass pulse begins. A lonely Piano plays a minor melody. The Saxophone enters with a low, breathy growl.] [Verse 1] [Vocals: Spoken word, deep and intimate, right in the ear] There she goes A beauty that I never earned There she stands Such grace I never could have learned Sometimes she speaks While sleeping, with my pillow she will play I let her be As long as in my sheets she decides to stay [Chorus] [Music swells - The Synth bass gets louder/grittier. Drums kick in with a slow, heavy thud] [Vocals: Singing now, low and powerful] And even guardians of the law Look kindly on her parking flaw And even cops are in awe When she marches past, sensual and raw Without a flaw [Verse 2] [Music strips back to just the Bass and a rhythmic hi-hat tick] [Vocals: Resigned, cynical tone] I know quite well That she won’t stay with me for a spell I know quite well She spends her time in someone else's hell [Piano: Dark, dissonant chord] She has sometimes Secrets of which I’d rather not know She floats sometimes And dreams until she lets my memory go [Chorus] [The Saxophone weaves in and out of the vocal lines] And even guardians of the church Look down kindly from their perch The Bishop says: "This is God's work" Bows his grey head, leaves his research Just one more word "Thank you, Lord" [Saxophone Solo] [Saxophone Feature: 16 Bars. The sax takes the lead. It plays a seductive, bluesy melody that slowly turns into a desperate, high-pitched wail before dropping back down to a low, rumbling sub-tone.] [Verse 3] [Vocals: Very quiet, almost a whisper] She has sometimes Secrets of which I’d rather not know She floats sometimes And dreams until she lets my memory go [Chorus] [Full texture: Swelling synth pads, heavy drums, aggressive piano strikes] And even guardians of this land Would rather stand where I now stand Yes, the Premier bids for her hand And offers me his portfolio grand But I have no demand Go howl at the moon [Outro] [The beat stops. The deep Synth drone remains] [Vocals: Deep, gravelly fade out] There she goes... [Saxophone: A final, fading phrase] There she goes... [Piano: Single low note] There she goes... [Fade to black]

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