Write contemporary country male vocal lyrics for a track with 118 BPM, A mixolydian mode, core instrumentation of delay-effect banjo, microtonal pedal steel, synth-modified jaw harp and electronic trigger washboard. Narrative follows an unreliable narrator: a part-time lighthouse keeper on the Nebraska plains who runs a clandestine book club for migratory geese, debating whether crop circles are just overly ambitious farm folk’s quilt patterns. Tone balances dry, deadpan cowboy twang, warm absurdity, and soft existential melancholy, with subtle yodel flourishes on the pre-chorus. Lean into classic country storytelling structure, laced with cosmic American whimsy and absurdist tall tale beats.
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[Intro] [Verse] The ocean’s dry as bone I sit here all alone Scanning the golden wheat Where the sky and dirt meet I keep the lantern bright In the middle of the night No ships are coming home Just the wind through the loam My boots are caked in clay Watching the shadows play Nebraska is a lonely sea For a sailor man like me [Pre-Chorus] High above the silo wall I hear the wild things call (Yodel-ay-hee, yodel-oh) Where the prairie spirits go (Yodel-ay-hee, yodel-high) Across the purple sky [Chorus] I’m the keeper of the light In a landlocked sea of white Guiding geese across the grain Waiting for the ghost of rain Is it magic? Is it art? Just a secret in my heart Yeah, I’m holding down the fort In a dusty, distant port [Verse] The V-formation lands With the classics in their hands Well, beaks, to be precise They find my logic rather nice We argued 'bout 'The Road' While the summer moon glowed They prefer the lighter prose Before the winter wind blows They don't care for Hemingway They have too much to say About the way the clouds behave When they’re looking for a wave [Pre-Chorus] High above the silo wall I hear the wild things call (Yodel-ay-hee, yodel-oh) Where the prairie spirits go (Yodel-ay-hee, yodel-high) Across the purple sky [Chorus] I’m the keeper of the light In a landlocked sea of white Guiding geese across the grain Waiting for the ghost of rain Is it magic? Is it art? Just a secret in my heart Yeah, I’m holding down the fort In a dusty, distant port [Bridge] Old man Miller’s got a plan With a tractor in his hand Is that a portal to the stars? Or just a pattern like on Mars? Looks like his mother’s quilt to me Stitched in rye for all to see Overly ambitious thread In a dusty garden bed Just a needle in the corn Before the day is born [Verse] The jaw harp hums a tune To a holographic moon Maybe I’m a little spent Wondering where the water went The washboard clicks a beat In the shimmering heat If the geese don't show today I’ll have nothing left to say I’ll just polish up the glass And watch the seasons pass In my tower made of pine On the Nebraska border line [Chorus] I’m the keeper of the light In a landlocked sea of white Guiding geese across the grain Waiting for the ghost of rain Is it magic? Is it art? Just a secret in my heart Yeah, I’m holding down the fort In a dusty, distant port [Outro]
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