[Intro] [ABSOLUTE SILENCE] [STAGE 1: ONLY THE SHARP, SIZZLING HI-HAT PATTERN PLAYS FOR 4 BARS] [STAGE 2: THE DEEP, HYPNOTIC THREE-NOTE BASSLINE DROPS IN, HEAVY AND SLOW] [STAGE 3: THE FUNKY WAH-WAH GUITAR STARTS ITS CRYING, RHYTHMIC SCRATCHING: "CHUKU-CHUKU"] [STAGE 4: THE REVERB-DRENCHED, HAUNTING TRUMPET ENTERS WITH A LONELY, BLUESY MELODY] [DARK CELLOS SWELL IN THE BACKGROUND, CREATING MAXIMUM SUSPENSE] [Verse 1] [First Male Voice - Deep, serious, talking close to the mic] It was past midnight... [BASS LOOPS STEADY] ...down at the old greasy dock. The fog was heavy, and the tavern had locked. [Second Male Voice - Gritty, soulful tenor, entering with tension] I saw the old sailors, drinking their worries away, Talking 'bout a man... who disappeared into the gray. [THE WAH-WAH GUITAR WHINES LOUDLY] They said he was a wanderer, with fire in his eyes, Never telling the truth... just living on clever lies. [Chorus - THE HAUNTING GROUP HARMONY – DEEP AND UNSTOPPABLE] [THE STRINGS RISE WITH MAJESTIC, DÜSTERE DRAMA – PURE HYPNOTIC FLOW] [Full Vocal Group Choir]: Oh, he was a rolling stone... [CHOIR IN HARMONY: "Rolling stone..."] Wherever he laid his hat was his home! And when the night fell... [SUDDEN BRASS PUNCH] ...he was always gone alone! Yeah, a rolling stone, oh yeah, Chasing his shadows inside the danger zone! [Interlude] [THE VOCALS STOP ABRUPTLY] [THE REVERB-TRUMPET AND THE DEEP BASSLINE DRIVE THE DRECKIGEN GROOVE] [Verse 2] [Third Male Voice - VERY DEEP, RESONANT BASS VOICE, DROPPING LIKE THUNDER] Hey brother... [HI-HAT SIZZLES] ...they say he never shed a single tear. He’d gamble with the devil, and he didn't know any fear. [Fourth Male Voice - High, emotional, raspy soul belt] And I heard he had a woman, in every single town, But no one on this earth... could ever hold him down! [THE CELLOS PLAY SHORT, TENSE RHYTHMIC NOTES] He’d just look at the water, listen to the engine roar, Then he’d pack his bags and head for another shore. [Chorus - Haunting Group Harmony] [FULL ORCHESTRAL PSYCHEDELIC SOUL POWER – HEAVY LOW-END PUNCH] [Full Vocal Group Choir]: Oh, he was a rolling stone... [CHOIR: "Rolling stone..."] Wherever he laid his hat was his home! And when the night fell... he was always gone alone! Yeah, a rolling stone, oh yeah, Chasing his shadows inside the danger zone! [Instrumental Break - The Cinematic Whitfield-Style Jam] [THE VOCALS COMPLETED – THE HYPNOTIC BEAT LOOPS REMORSELESSLY] [THE WAH-WAH GUITAR TAKES THE LEAD WITH SPACE-Y PSYCHEDELIC ACCENTS] [THE TRUMPET SCREAMS SAFELY THROUGH THE HEAVY STUDIO REVERB] [THE DEEP BASSLINE KEEPS THE FEET ZUCKEN IN A SLOW TRANCE] [Verse 3] [First Male Voice - Returning to the serious, gritty tone] Now the mist is rising... the morning is cold and white. The old stories are fading, together with the night. [Second Male Voice - Climbing up the scale with pure grit] But we got each other, baby, we don't need to run, We’re standing right here, waiting for the rising sun. [THE CHOIR BACKS WITH DEEP, HAUNTING "UMMM-HMMM" HUMMING] Let the heavy bassline wash the old ghosts away, As we step into the light... of a beautiful day. [Chorus - Extended Final Master Version] [MAXIMUM TENSION RELEASE – ALL VOICES AND CRYING TRUMPET IN PERFECT SOUL URGEWALT] [Full Vocal Group Choir]: Oh, he was a rolling stone... [CHOIR: "Rolling stone..."] Wherever he laid his hat was his home! And when the night fell... he was always gone alone! Yeah, a rolling stone, oh yeah, Chasing his shadows inside the danger zone! [Outro - The Deep Mesmerizing Fadeout] [THE HYPNOTIC BASS AND SIZZLING HI-HAT LOOP ENDLESSLY INTO THE DISTANCE] [THE WAH-WAH GUITAR AND MOODY STRINGS INTERTWINE IN A SLOW, ANALOG FADE] [Different group members ad-libbing airily and deep]: "Just a rolling stone... oh, he was rolling... can you hear that trumpet blow?... deep in the fog... leaving us alone... into the night... yeah... rolling... rolling..." [THE MUSIC GRADUALLY FADES OUT INTO THE ABSOLUTE MASTER SILENCE]
