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Doomgaze, Shoegaze, Progressive Metal, Punk Rock, Ethereal, haunting, urgent, anguished, defiant, human, Hazy layers, sustained feedback, wall of guitars, Spacious uneasy intro with heavy distorted guitars entering immediately, Male vocal: Understated Baritone Vocal, brooding, moody, understated delivery, fast punk energy, Heavy grunge rock, down-tuned distorted guitars, analog production, reverb-heavy mix, smoky, whispered to spoken-sung, reverbed hooks, no operatic, no belting, no falsetto, fragile, defiant, urgent soaring, fast delivery, Instrumental: polyrhythms, odd time signatures, emotional crescendos, orchestral keys, post-rock, Two 7-string guitars fuzz/reverb/delay, double-tracked out of phase, dense Drop B wall, Deep sub-bass, organic drums with double-bass on climax, Reverb-heavy orchestral textures, Dynamic range pp to ff, Mood: cosmic, introspective, urgent, fast-paced, anguished, defiant, human, No pop, no electronic drums, — Doomgaze shoegaze progressive metal

[Instrumental Intro 2 — 135 bpm, heavy distorted guitars enter immediately, wall of sound, droning bass, no drums, no vocals, spacious, uneasy, Sherwood chaos]

[Verse 1 8 — 135 bpm, whispered, intimate, heavy guitars continue, no drums, fragile, fast delivery]
[whisper, close-mic'd, warm baritone, underwater resonance, fragile, fast, punk energy]
robin hood is hanging out,
with all his mates who mess about.
they steal from rich and give to poor,
but mostly keep a little more.

he wears his tights and feather hat,
and poses like an acrobat.
he says he fights for truth and right,
but mostly fights to stay in sight.

[Chorus 8 — 140 bpm, full chest, wall of sound, peak intensity, full drums, strings swell, anthemic, fast]
[melodic warm baritone, intimate, soaring, held notes, hooks, underwater texture, maximum urgency, fast, punk energy]
oh sherwood forest, land of trees,
where outlaws swing with royal ease.
they sing, they dance, they rob, they hide,
and leave the sheriff traumatised!

oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place,
with muddy boots and lots of space.
the king is mad, the sheriff's tense,
it all makes perfect nonsense!

[Verse 2 8 — 135 bpm, melodic singing, intimate, fragile, building, fast]
[melodic warm baritone, intimate, fragile, dark, held notes, underwater resonance, fast, punk energy]
friar tuck has lost his hood,
he's looking for some local food.
he ate the deer, he drank the mead,
now he's too round for any steed.

the merry men are playing games,
inventing new and silly names.
little john is not so small,
he's mostly just a sturdy wall.

oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place,
with muddy boots and lots of space.
the king is mad, the sheriff's tense,
it all makes perfect nonsense!

[Bridge 6 — 130 bpm, spoken-sung, intimate, slower, more fragile, atmospheric keys, droning bass]
[spoken-sung, close-mic'd, warm baritone, fragile, dark, held notes, underwater resonance, dissolving, slower]
they say the forest has a soul,
but mostly it's a giant hole.
where tourists come to take a stroll,
and wonder where the real goal.

but robin smiles and shoots his bow,
and puts on quite a lively show.
for forty quid, he'll tell you so,
and take a selfie, nice and slow.

[3:00-3:03 — FALSE ENDING — 3 SECONDS OF COMPLETE SILENCE]

[Final Chorus 8 — 145 bpm, fast, explosive, full chest, soaring, wall of sound, peak intensity, full percussion, strings swell]
[melodic warm baritone, intimate, soaring, held notes, maximum urgency, hooks, final melismatic cry, underwater texture, fast, explosive, punk energy]
oh sherwood forest, land of trees,
where outlaws swing with royal ease.
they sing, they dance, they rob, they hide,
and leave the sheriff traumatised!

oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place,
with muddy boots and lots of space.
the king is mad, the sheriff's tense,
it all makes perfect nonsense!

[Outro 8 — 150 bpm, fast, accelerating, whispered, dissolving, fading, punk energy]
[whisper, intimate, close-mic'd, underwater decay, dissolving, fast, final, punk energy]
sher-wood! sher-wood!
if you go there, bring some food.
the outlaws will steal your gold,
but leave your story to be told!

sher-wood! sher-wood!
it's not all bad, it's mostly good.
just don't wear tights, don't ask for more,
and watch your wallet by the door.
(fade to silence)

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[Hooks: "oh sherwood forest, land of trees" (chorus), "the king is mad, the sheriff's tense, it all makes perfect nonsense" (chorus), "sher-wood" (outro), "watch your wallet by the door" (outro)] [Duration: 3:30] [Structure: intro 2 -> verse 1 8 -> chorus 8 -> verse 2 8 -> chorus 8 -> bridge 6 -> final chorus 8 -> outro 8 fade] [Tempo: 135 bpm intro/verse -> 140 bpm chorus -> 130 bpm bridge -> 145 bpm final chorus -> 150 bpm outro] [Dynamics: pp -> p -> mf -> f -> ff -> mp -> f -> ff -> p -> ppp] [Vocals: male, understated baritone, brooding, moody, intimate, smoky, whispered to spoken-sung, reverbed hooks, no operatic, no belting, no falsetto, fragile, defiant, urgent soaring, fast delivery, punk energy] [Atmosphere: heavy grunge rock, down-tuned distorted guitars, analog production, reverb-heavy mix, folk-punk energy] [Instrumental Intro 2 — 135 bpm, heavy distorted guitars enter immediately, wall of sound, droning bass, no drums, no vocals, spacious, uneasy, Sherwood chaos] [Verse 1 8 — 135 bpm, whispered, intimate, heavy guitars continue, no drums, fragile, fast delivery] [whisper, close-mic'd, warm baritone, underwater resonance, fragile, fast, punk energy] robin hood is hanging out, with all his mates who mess about. they steal from rich and give to poor, but mostly keep a little more. he wears his tights and feather hat, and poses like an acrobat. he says he fights for truth and right, but mostly fights to stay in sight. [Chorus 8 — 140 bpm, full chest, wall of sound, peak intensity, full drums, strings swell, anthemic, fast] [melodic warm baritone, intimate, soaring, held notes, hooks, underwater texture, maximum urgency, fast, punk energy] oh sherwood forest, land of trees, where outlaws swing with royal ease. they sing, they dance, they rob, they hide, and leave the sheriff traumatised! oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place, with muddy boots and lots of space. the king is mad, the sheriff's tense, it all makes perfect nonsense! [Verse 2 8 — 135 bpm, melodic singing, intimate, fragile, building, fast] [melodic warm baritone, intimate, fragile, dark, held notes, underwater resonance, fast, punk energy] friar tuck has lost his hood, he's looking for some local food. he ate the deer, he drank the mead, now he's too round for any steed. the merry men are playing games, inventing new and silly names. little john is not so small, he's mostly just a sturdy wall. [Chorus 8 — 140 bpm, full chest, wall of sound, peak intensity, full drums, strings swell, anthemic, fast] [melodic warm baritone, intimate, soaring, held notes, hooks, underwater texture, maximum urgency, fast, punk energy] oh sherwood forest, land of trees, where outlaws swing with royal ease. they sing, they dance, they rob, they hide, and leave the sheriff traumatised! oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place, with muddy boots and lots of space. the king is mad, the sheriff's tense, it all makes perfect nonsense! [Bridge 6 — 130 bpm, spoken-sung, intimate, slower, more fragile, atmospheric keys, droning bass] [spoken-sung, close-mic'd, warm baritone, fragile, dark, held notes, underwater resonance, dissolving, slower] they say the forest has a soul, but mostly it's a giant hole. where tourists come to take a stroll, and wonder where the real goal. but robin smiles and shoots his bow, and puts on quite a lively show. for forty quid, he'll tell you so, and take a selfie, nice and slow. [3:00-3:03 — FALSE ENDING — 3 SECONDS OF COMPLETE SILENCE] [Final Chorus 8 — 145 bpm, fast, explosive, full chest, soaring, wall of sound, peak intensity, full percussion, strings swell] [melodic warm baritone, intimate, soaring, held notes, maximum urgency, hooks, final melismatic cry, underwater texture, fast, explosive, punk energy] oh sherwood forest, land of trees, where outlaws swing with royal ease. they sing, they dance, they rob, they hide, and leave the sheriff traumatised! oh sherwood, sherwood, what a place, with muddy boots and lots of space. the king is mad, the sheriff's tense, it all makes perfect nonsense! [Outro 8 — 150 bpm, fast, accelerating, whispered, dissolving, fading, punk energy] [whisper, intimate, close-mic'd, underwater decay, dissolving, fast, final, punk energy] sher-wood! sher-wood! if you go there, bring some food. the outlaws will steal your gold, but leave your story to be told! sher-wood! sher-wood! it's not all bad, it's mostly good. just don't wear tights, don't ask for more, and watch your wallet by the door. (fade to silence)

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