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Stolen (Remastered)

mAncient
Atmospheric ethnic electronica with a Viking, trip-hop soul, A sophisticated blend of primal, ritualistic pagan folk and polished, radio-friendly deep house, The foundation is a polyrhythmic groove featuring a constant, low tanpura-style drone, deep shaman drum heartbeats, and a heavy, driving four-on-the-floor nu-disco beat with a funky, syncopated bassline, Ethereal 90s new-age synth pads and sampled, hypnotic Gregorian chants create a meditative, introspective atmosphere, The arrangement contains stylish 60s film score orchestration, with lush string arrangements and jazz harmonies, An anthemic, uplifting rock structure builds from minimalist verses to an explosive, stadium-sized chorus centered around a powerful, melodic grand piano, The lead vocal is a deep, resonant bass-baritone male operatic voice, delivering a powerful, melancholic, and commanding performance, The production is dark, moody, and cinematic, with a dynamic, pumping sidechain compression effect on the synth chords
V4.5+

[Verse 1] By the look of his face I could see He felt almost as awful as me On his cheek was the track of a tear when he gave me the worst news I could hear He drove me to the morgue in his car, blue lights flashing through the dusk like a star Then he led me to a room made of steel where my future lay crushed by a wheel [Chorus] Stolen, you stole my brightest day Stolen, you stole my brightest day Stolen, I'm blind can't find my way Stolen, his tears when things went bad Stolen, his joy when I got mad, I got mad [Verse 2] I walked on a street and I turn, sensing a look that seems to burn His scent still lingers on and I've left his number on my phone I raised my face up to the sky, screaming “This would be a good day to die” Then I hammered my head into a wall and the pain made me shout and stand tall. [Chorus] Stolen, you stole my brightest day Stolen, I'm blind can't find my way Stolen, his tears when things went bad Stolen, his joy when I got mad, I got mad [Outro] [Spoken, conversational] Tomorrow will come, I will get up and go to work Then I will go home, make dinner and eat it in front of the TV Perhaps I'll have a glass of wine But it will be gray, just as every day will be Every day he will be there Looking over my shoulder And I turn and he's not there [Chorus] Stolen, you stole my brightest day Stolen, I'm blind can't find my way Stolen, his tears when things went bad Stolen, his joy when I got mad, I got mad I got mad