Write folk-rock/Americana English male vocal lyrics drawing clear bluegrass influence, tempo set to 118–128 BPM, A major, warm and ebullient. Core instrumentation: brisk driving acoustic rhythm guitar with crisp fingerpicked leads, fast melodic clawhammer banjo rolls, bright soaring fiddle lines, mandolin chop chords with soft tremolo accents, slapped walking upright bass, kick-heavy folk drum kit accented with handclaps, rough reedy gritty lead male vocals paired with soaring three-part harmonies. Reference artists: The Avett Brothers, Dawes, Lord Huron. Narrative follows a weary small-town mechanic driving cross-state after closing his late dad’s repair shop, stopping at a remote mountain holler harvest potluck; imagery includes rusted tailgate, jars of wild blackberry cider, fiddle music drifting through pine air, themes of unplanned belonging, quiet redemption, chosen family, joyful spiritual uplift like rowdy, welcoming dusk barn singing.
歌詞
[Intro] [Verse] Locked the bay door tight Turned off the light Grease on the floor Gone out the door Dad's wrench in my hand Driving red clay land Thirty years in the gears Wash off the tears [Pre-Chorus] The state line is calling The evening is falling I’m leaving the ghost behind With a brand new mind [Chorus] Oh, let the fiddle fly high Underneath the mountain sky Blackberry cider in a jar We’ve travelled far Find a seat at the table Stay as long as you're able In the holler, we are free Where I’m meant to be [Verse] Rusted tailgate down Edge of the town Pine in the breeze Songs through the trees Mandolin chops the beat Dust on our feet Strangers pass a plate of gold Stories never old [Pre-Chorus] The banjo starts to roll Tonic for the soul The weight is lifting away End of a weary day [Chorus] Oh, let the fiddle fly high Underneath the mountain sky Blackberry cider in a jar We’ve travelled far Find a seat at the table Stay as long as you're able In the holler, we are free Where I’m meant to be [Bridge] I was heavy with the shop Waiting for the shoe to drop But the harmony calls my name And I’ll never be the same No, I’ll never be the same [Verse] The moon is a silver coin Watch the circle join I came with a heavy heart Now a brand new start Hands stained with oil Standing on holy soil The engine’s finally still On the harvest hill [Chorus] Oh, let the fiddle fly high Underneath the mountain sky Blackberry cider in a jar We’ve travelled far Find a seat at the table Stay as long as you're able In the holler, we are free Where I’m meant to be [Outro]
コメント (0)
読み込み中…