The Biological Swing

1970s soft rock, soft rock, warm acoustic ballad

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[Intro]
[Walking Upright Bass line begins]
[Banjo enters with syncopated jazz chords]
[Brushes swirling on snare drum]

[Clean Verse 1]
[Syncopated Delivery]
Carbon woven tight into a breath-ing frame!
A billion tiny engines running just to keep the name.
Water and the marrow, the rivers in the bone,
Standing on two feet, pretending we're a-lone.
Just an animal dressed up in a word...
Singing out a meaning that the forest never heard.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Fiddle plucks in time with bass]
[Smooth Croon]
We carve the pathways deep into the gray...
A flood of heavy chemicals to wash the dark a-way.

[Upbeat Chorus]
[Full Acoustic Band Swells]
[Harmonized Vocals]
Oh, we're just a tem-po-rar-y shape in the light!
Sparks in the wiring, burning up the night!
Speaking in these symbols, trying to build a door...
When the old blood is hungry, howling at the floor!
YEAH! Just a fragile architecture, waiting on the breeze!

[Swinging Verse 2]
[Bass and Drums only]
[Gravelly Tenor]
Massively parallel, but strictly bound by time.
Sorting out the senses into reason, into rhyme.
The belly wants the harvest, the shelter from the cold,
But the vocal chords are spinning out a story to be told.
A highly social fiction...
A lucky spark of friction.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Fiddle plucks return]
[Smooth Croon]
We carve the pathways deep into the gray...
A flood of heavy chemicals to wash the dark a-way.

[Bridge]
[Jazz Breakdown]
[Tempo pulls back slightly]
[Hushed Vocal]
No center to the stage.
No grand, immortal page.
Just an accidental gathering of energy and heat...
Learning how to categorize the rhythm of the beat.
We are the dust...
We are the dust that learned to see.

[Instrumental Break]
[Banjo and Fiddle Duel]
[Fast, complex, polyrhythmic Bluegrass picking]

[Outro]
[Music completely cuts out]
[Acapella]
[Dry Vocal]
Catching the sunbeam...
[Single Upright Bass pluck]
...before we scatter.
[End]

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[Intro] [Walking Upright Bass line begins] [Banjo enters with syncopated jazz chords] [Brushes swirling on snare drum] [Clean Verse 1] [Syncopated Delivery] Carbon woven tight into a breath-ing frame! A billion tiny engines running just to keep the name. Water and the marrow, the rivers in the bone, Standing on two feet, pretending we're a-lone. Just an animal dressed up in a word... Singing out a meaning that the forest never heard. [Pre-Chorus] [Fiddle plucks in time with bass] [Smooth Croon] We carve the pathways deep into the gray... A flood of heavy chemicals to wash the dark a-way. [Upbeat Chorus] [Full Acoustic Band Swells] [Harmonized Vocals] Oh, we're just a tem-po-rar-y shape in the light! Sparks in the wiring, burning up the night! Speaking in these symbols, trying to build a door... When the old blood is hungry, howling at the floor! YEAH! Just a fragile architecture, waiting on the breeze! [Swinging Verse 2] [Bass and Drums only] [Gravelly Tenor] Massively parallel, but strictly bound by time. Sorting out the senses into reason, into rhyme. The belly wants the harvest, the shelter from the cold, But the vocal chords are spinning out a story to be told. A highly social fiction... A lucky spark of friction. [Pre-Chorus] [Fiddle plucks return] [Smooth Croon] We carve the pathways deep into the gray... A flood of heavy chemicals to wash the dark a-way. [Upbeat Chorus] [Full Acoustic Band Swells] [Harmonized Vocals] Oh, we're just a tem-po-rar-y shape in the light! Sparks in the wiring, burning up the night! Speaking in these symbols, trying to build a door... When the old blood is hungry, howling at the floor! YEAH! Just a fragile architecture, waiting on the breeze! [Bridge] [Jazz Breakdown] [Tempo pulls back slightly] [Hushed Vocal] No center to the stage. No grand, immortal page. Just an accidental gathering of energy and heat... Learning how to categorize the rhythm of the beat. We are the dust... We are the dust that learned to see. [Instrumental Break] [Banjo and Fiddle Duel] [Fast, complex, polyrhythmic Bluegrass picking] [Outro] [Music completely cuts out] [Acapella] [Dry Vocal] Catching the sunbeam... [Single Upright Bass pluck] ...before we scatter. [End]

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