<[Modern Alternative ionian, D Major, 120 BPM, RAW BOOTLEG recording of the Dave Matthews Band from a live club, audience chatter and ambient crowd noise subtly present, A solo male baritone vocalist performs, accompanying himself on a steel-stringed Epiphone acoustic guitar, Sound is intimate yet energetic, capturing the authentic feel of a spontaneous live performance, 1993 vibes, acoustic rock, jam band, folk-rock, jazz-infused intimate live feel or percussive acoustic energy oldBOOTLEG RECORDING, [VOCALIST:<[Dave Matthews : style male vocals, nasal raspy gravelly tenor-baritone, quirky rhythmic phrasing, mild South African-American accent, expressive vibrato, pitch bends, falsetto peaks, C2-D5 range nasal gravelly male singer, Dave Matthews voice, breathy and raspy, dynamic chest-head transitions, conversational South African-tinged American pronunciation, scat and percussive vocals, strong vibrato]>]:sidechain mic'd wall into fuzz gate into gritty reverb signal reinvest into mix]> [Intro spoken "let's go camping"] Midnight in the warehouse Chains around the door Your body's my rebellion I ain't asking for more Sirens wail outside [guitar accent] But we don't hear a thing Two kids in the dark swearing oaths we'll never break Sleeping bags and manifest your hand in mine Whispering our futures while the world sleeps blind They're coming with that sunrise, coming with their chains But tonight we're burning brighter than the breaking day Hold me like a weapon Kiss me like a prayer We're running out of darkness Burn the dawn! [heavy guitar chords] We're never growing old Burn the dawn! [cymbal crashes] We'll char the sky before they break our hold Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We're never growing old Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We'll burn before we fall Four in the morning, fists on the gate We're barricading furniture, we're sealing up our fate Glass is breaking, sirens screaming, blood across the floor Cut our palms and mixed our vows, we can't love any more They're pounding, let 'em pound, but we're holding strong Two against the world and everything that's wrong Your eyes meet mine at 4:57 when the sky turns gray And we kiss like we're torching all of yesterday Hold me like a weapon Kiss me like a war We're out of time and darkness Burn the dawn! We're never growing old Burn the dawn! We'll char the sky before they break our hold Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We're never growing old Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We'll burn before we fall The bad ones die first That's the way it goes The rotten fall to dust While the good ones grow And we're good [electric guitar enters with feedback] We're so damn good We're burning bright enough For all of the neighborhood Burn it! Burn it! Burn it! Burn it down! Burn it! Burn it! Burn it! Burn the dawn! We're never growing old Burn the dawn! We'll char the sky before they break our hold Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We're never growing old Flames up, flames up, flames up, flames up We'll burn before we fall Burn before we fall Burn the dawn! We're never growing old We're never growing old Burn the dawn!
