Bring the Morning

V6-MINI

Folk Rock, Gospel;

52 BPM Very Slow Tempo, rigid quantized 4/4 grid, D Phrygian, static, never resolving;

Powerful Female Vocal, Dramatic, deadpan straight tone without vibrato or runs, full power from the first line, the band leaving one instrument at a time, alone at the hook, her own voice pitch-shifted an octave down as the only answer;

Brass Section reversed and time-stretched into one frozen dissonant cluster swelling from silence, Electric Guitar e-bow feedback on one high note with scraped metallic strings, Punchy Drums as a dry quantized drum machine with a gated kick and one bitcrushed rimshot, sub bass sine on one low D;

anechoic dead dry room, cold digital clarity, harsh clipping on the loudest words, long silences between phrases, sudden digital cut to silence mid-note

River came up on a Sunday night
it took the bridge and the power line
we climbed the hill with what we had
forty people and one lantern
old Ruth began to hum one low note
and nobody told her to stop

it's a long way up from here
and the dark won't let go
but I was raised on one thing
you sing until it shows

bring the morning
bring the morning on
we won't sit down in the dark
till this hill turns gold

bring the morning
sing it up the sky
every voice that's left is here
and one still on the way

my brother went back down for the boat
he said keep singing so I can find you
the rain came sideways through the pines
we counted heads and came up one short
so I stood up in my wet coat
and I opened my mouth wide

the lantern's down to half its oil
the water's still below
but I was raised on one thing
you sing until it shows

bring the morning
bring the morning on
we won't sit down in the dark
till this hill turns gold

bring the morning
sing it up the sky
every voice that's left is hoarse
and one still on the way

I CALLED YOUR NAME OUT OVER THE WATER
I CALLED IT TILL IT CAME BACK EMPTY
IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS, FOLLOW IT
IF YOU CAN'T, I'LL SING IT ANYWAY

BRING THE MORNING (BRING IT)
HERE IT COMES ACROSS THE RIDGE (HERE IT COMES)
ORANGE ON THE WATER (ON THE WATER)
ORANGE ON OUR HANDS (OUR HANDS)

BRING THE MORNING (BRING IT)
FORTY OF US, THIRTY-NINE (THIRTY-NINE)
WE SANG THE WHOLE SKY OPEN (WIDE OPEN)
AND YOUR PLACE IS STILL SAVED (STILL SAVED)

we put the lantern out at sunrise
I'm holding that one low note for you

2331/7500

Folk Rock, Gospel; 52 BPM Very Slow Tempo, rigid quantized 4/4 grid, D Phrygian, static, never resolving; Powerful Female Vocal, Dramatic, deadpan straight tone without vibrato or runs, full power from the first line, the band leaving one instrument at a time, alone at the hook, her own voice pitch-shifted an octave down as the only answer; Brass Section reversed and time-stretched into one frozen dissonant cluster swelling from silence, Electric Guitar e-bow feedback on one high note with scraped metallic strings, Punchy Drums as a dry quantized drum machine with a gated kick and one bitcrushed rimshot, sub bass sine on one low D; anechoic dead dry room, cold digital clarity, harsh clipping on the loudest words, long silences between phrases, sudden digital cut to silence mid-note River came up on a Sunday night it took the bridge and the power line we climbed the hill with what we had forty people and one lantern old Ruth began to hum one low note and nobody told her to stop it's a long way up from here and the dark won't let go but I was raised on one thing you sing until it shows bring the morning bring the morning on we won't sit down in the dark till this hill turns gold bring the morning sing it up the sky every voice that's left is here and one still on the way my brother went back down for the boat he said keep singing so I can find you the rain came sideways through the pines we counted heads and came up one short so I stood up in my wet coat and I opened my mouth wide the lantern's down to half its oil the water's still below but I was raised on one thing you sing until it shows bring the morning bring the morning on we won't sit down in the dark till this hill turns gold bring the morning sing it up the sky every voice that's left is hoarse and one still on the way I CALLED YOUR NAME OUT OVER THE WATER I CALLED IT TILL IT CAME BACK EMPTY IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS, FOLLOW IT IF YOU CAN'T, I'LL SING IT ANYWAY BRING THE MORNING (BRING IT) HERE IT COMES ACROSS THE RIDGE (HERE IT COMES) ORANGE ON THE WATER (ON THE WATER) ORANGE ON OUR HANDS (OUR HANDS) BRING THE MORNING (BRING IT) FORTY OF US, THIRTY-NINE (THIRTY-NINE) WE SANG THE WHOLE SKY OPEN (WIDE OPEN) AND YOUR PLACE IS STILL SAVED (STILL SAVED) we put the lantern out at sunrise I'm holding that one low note for you

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