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Tetherless

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Jarrod Bennett
Jarrod Bennett
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Cinematic dark rock, NDH atmosphere blended with slowcore pacing and dark folk melancholy, Spartan arrangement with a heavy, brooding mood, Incorporating industrial percussion elements: metallic claps and stomps that echo, Subtle ambient and cinematic textural pads swelling in the background, The song is driven and carried by a deep, resonant, and characterful male baritone voice, conveying immense gravity and raw emotion, The vocal delivery is solemn, narrative, and powerfully melancholic, sitting at the forefront of the mix, The tempo is slow and deliberate, the rhythm is dirge-like with an industrial pulse, Instrumentation includes: a deep, gritty, and distorted electric bass providing the main melodic foundation, sparse and haunting acoustic guitar fingerpicking, layers of deep atmospheric synthesizers for a cinematic feel, and the prominent, cold industrial percussion, The production is raw, spacious, and haunting, with a sense of vast emptiness and profound introspection

I climbed to where the earth fell away To meet the silence at the end of day The weight I carried, bone and sigh Was all I had left to qualify Ghosts I fed with my own hand Grew too large to understand Spoke in tongues of old regret Drew a debt I couldn't met Every memory, a stone A cold and ceaseless rain alone It pooled around my aching feet Made this ledge feel like a seat The wind speaks clean Sings what it means It asks for nothing but the air A final, fair affair Below, the world was sound Just buzzing, muted ground Its judgment, a dead tone Up here, I'm alone. Fly, fly... fly Fly Let the tethers break and die Fly... oh, fly... Toward the sky Shed the iron, skin, and wire Fly To this final, fierce desire Fly.... oh.... fly.... A phantom chill, not from the height From the draining of the light The sun a bruise, clouds a shroud My spirit speaking clear and loud "Not meant to be this hard" My life, both scarred and charred A script I never asked to read The consequence of my own seed So fly Fly, fly... fly Let the anchored soul untie Rise For the sky Burn the burden, the old pyre Fly In the emancipating fire Fly... oh... fly... In stillness sharp and clear Felt the shape of genuine fear Not of the fall, but the climb Back to the prison-house of time Where every step was through the past A sentence meant forever last The wind offered one true thing: The mercy of its vanishing Fly.....mmmmh... fly Let the tethers break and die Fly They are right Fly.... oh.... fly Out of day and into night Fly, Fly your light Fly And let the world lose all its spite Fly....