Deep End

Lush late 1960s psychedelic soul ballad with a slow rolling groove, 75 BPM, live drums with a deep laid back pocket, soft cymbal washes and congas not trap hats, round melodic electric bass not 808, phased and wah electric guitar, swirling string orchestra and harp glissandos, warm electric organ pads, watery tremolo and spring reverb textures, gritty tender male soul lead with a warm low voice rising to a raw falsetto cry, soulful female backing harmonies answering on the chorus, small children's voices answering softly in the final chorus only and low in the mix, spoken lines in the intro and outro, bridge drops to strings, harp and bass floating, Philadelphia city pool at dawn and a Jersey shore beach, a father learning to swim at forty one, hopeful and deeply emotional, Instrumental Off, no rap, no industrial, no Soft Fire, no indie pop, no trap hats, no auto-tune, no vocal chops, no novelty instruments, no country twang, ‑industrial, ‑EBM, ‑soft fire, ‑trap hats, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑auto-tune, ‑vocal chops, ‑pitched vocal samples, ‑novelty instruments, ‑sitar, ‑indie pop, ‑bedroom pop, ‑rap verses, ‑gospel choir, ‑kids singing lead, ‑loud children's choir, ‑neo-soul, ‑quiet storm, ‑trip-hop breakbeat, ‑acid rock jam, ‑reggae, ‑EDM, ‑lo-fi, ‑country twang, ‑pedal steel, ‑folk

V6-WILD

[Intro: phased guitar, congas, strings swell, pool echo, spoken low]
Six a.m.
City pool
Lane four

[Verse 1]
My grandfather stood in the shallow in his church shoes and his hat
My father stood where the sand gets wet, and not one inch past that
Every picture in the album there's a man at the edge of the sea
Waving at the water like a stranger, and the last one there is me
Then Nia, seven, in the back seat says, Daddy, it's my turn this year
Past the flag on Labor Day, and will you be out there, not here

[Pre-Chorus]
And I said yes
Before I knew how
Six a.m., a clipboard
Lane four, right now

[Chorus]
Take me to the deep end (deep end)
Past the line where my father stood
Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me)
Like they say it would
I've been waving at the water from the sand
Take me to the deep end, let it hold a grown man

[Verse 2]
Forty one in borrowed goggles at the pool in Fairmount Park
Holding on the gutter like the last bus after dark
My teacher's sixteen, Keisha, with a whistle and a tired face
Says, Mister Terrence, water's gonna hold you if you give it space
Old men in the next lane doing laps like they're walking to the store
And a nine year old swims under me, thumbs up, and says, one more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I hold on
To that wall all July
Keisha says, I got you
And I tell her, give me time

[Half Chorus]
Take me to the deep end (deep end)
Past the line where my father stood
Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me)
Like they say it would

[Bridge: drops to strings, harp, and bass, slow and floating]
One morning in August, I let go of the wall
Lay back, ears under, and I heard nothing at all
Just my heartbeat and the sky going pink above the trees
And Keisha far away saying, see, Mister Terrence, see

[Verse 3]
Labor Day in Wildwood and the flag is yellow, waves are kind
Nia on her board yelling Daddy, and I walk past my father's line
He's on a towel in his khakis, rolled up to the knee
And I swim out to my baby, and I feel him watching me
Next June at six a.m. there's a man in lane four, seventy three
Keisha's got him on the wall, and he's waving back at me

[Final Chorus: small children's voices answer softly]
Take me to the deep end (deep end)
Past the line where my father stood (Daddy, come in)
Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me)
Like Keisha said it would
We've been waving at the water for a hundred years from the sand
Take me to the deep end, let it hold a grown man

[Outro: strings, congas fade, spoken low]
Lane four
Hold the wall, Pop
I got you

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[Intro: phased guitar, congas, strings swell, pool echo, spoken low] Six a.m. City pool Lane four [Verse 1] My grandfather stood in the shallow in his church shoes and his hat My father stood where the sand gets wet, and not one inch past that Every picture in the album there's a man at the edge of the sea Waving at the water like a stranger, and the last one there is me Then Nia, seven, in the back seat says, Daddy, it's my turn this year Past the flag on Labor Day, and will you be out there, not here [Pre-Chorus] And I said yes Before I knew how Six a.m., a clipboard Lane four, right now [Chorus] Take me to the deep end (deep end) Past the line where my father stood Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me) Like they say it would I've been waving at the water from the sand Take me to the deep end, let it hold a grown man [Verse 2] Forty one in borrowed goggles at the pool in Fairmount Park Holding on the gutter like the last bus after dark My teacher's sixteen, Keisha, with a whistle and a tired face Says, Mister Terrence, water's gonna hold you if you give it space Old men in the next lane doing laps like they're walking to the store And a nine year old swims under me, thumbs up, and says, one more [Pre-Chorus] And I hold on To that wall all July Keisha says, I got you And I tell her, give me time [Half Chorus] Take me to the deep end (deep end) Past the line where my father stood Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me) Like they say it would [Bridge: drops to strings, harp, and bass, slow and floating] One morning in August, I let go of the wall Lay back, ears under, and I heard nothing at all Just my heartbeat and the sky going pink above the trees And Keisha far away saying, see, Mister Terrence, see [Verse 3] Labor Day in Wildwood and the flag is yellow, waves are kind Nia on her board yelling Daddy, and I walk past my father's line He's on a towel in his khakis, rolled up to the knee And I swim out to my baby, and I feel him watching me Next June at six a.m. there's a man in lane four, seventy three Keisha's got him on the wall, and he's waving back at me [Final Chorus: small children's voices answer softly] Take me to the deep end (deep end) Past the line where my father stood (Daddy, come in) Lay me back and let it hold me (hold me) Like Keisha said it would We've been waving at the water for a hundred years from the sand Take me to the deep end, let it hold a grown man [Outro: strings, congas fade, spoken low] Lane four Hold the wall, Pop I got you

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