[Intro - a pulsing marimba pattern and a repeating piano figure lock together over a wide analog synth pad, a bright rawap line cutting through, then dap frame drum, glitter-rock drums and vintage synth bass settle into a humid swampy groove with tremolo guitar] [Verse 1 - the groove rolls low and patient, Rhodes and synth bass deep in the pocket, marimba pulsing underneath, rawap and tremolo guitar trading] Someone drew a road once Where there never was a road Just a line across a meadow On a paper someone sold And the people read the paper And they walked the way it read Till the grass gave up the meadow And the road was there instead [Chorus - the band opens wide and ringing, hammond b3 swelling under a fuzz guitar hook, dutar and rawap soaring over the top, the marimba and piano patterns driving underneath] Every map becomes the country If enough of us believe Every line you draw on paper Is a road you're gonna see It's a name that turns to weather It's a guess that turns to stone Call a place a lonely country And it ends up alone [Verse 2 - back to the patient verse pocket, dutar and dap weaving, tape echo trailing off the tremolo guitar] They said you were the difficult one When you were barely nine And they said it in the kitchen And they said it all the time And you walked the way it read Every year a little more Till the line was worn to gravel And it looked like it was yours [Chorus - fuller, b3 and fuzz guitar stacked, marimba and dap pushing] Every map becomes the country If enough of us believe Every line you draw on paper Is a road you're gonna see It's a name that turns to weather It's a guess that turns to stone Call a place a lonely country And it ends up alone [Bridge - drops to a hush, a lone rawap over fender rhodes and the held synth pad, the marimba pulse returning and the piano pattern gathering underneath as it climbs] But a map is only paper And the meadow's underneath There is grass below the gravel There's a field below the street Put a new line on the paper And go walk it every day Once it's footprints, then a footpath Then a road that goes your way [Instrumental Solo - a searing fuzz guitar solo climbs out of the pulsing patterns, hands off to a dazzling rawap and dutar duel over racing dap and marimba, then a wild hammond b3 and analog synth climax, the whole band pushing each other higher] [Final Chorus - the biggest ringing lift, everything wide open, b3 and fuzz guitar blazing, rawap soaring, marimba and piano driving under the hook] Every map becomes the country If enough of us believe Every line you draw on paper Is a road you're gonna see So be careful what you sketch And be careful what you name If it's all gonna come true Draw the better map [Outro - the band falls away to the marimba and piano patterns alone, a last rawap line fading under tape echo and plate reverb]
