### Folk Pop / Indie Folk Lyrics Prompt (English Female Vocal) **Music Specs**: 118 BPM, 12/8 Celtic lilt, DADGAD acoustic fingerpicking, clawhammer banjo, Hardanger fiddle, brushed frame drum, field recordings of coastal gull cries and salt marsh tide bubbling, A Dorian mode, gentle gradual layer-building structure. **Emotional Tones**: Tidal wistfulness + giddy small-scale mischief + salt-kissed contentment + faint inherited longing + dry playful sarcasm + soft reverence for messy imperfection. **Narrative Theme**: Framed as a hand-me-down seashell collection oral history—each shell holds a tiny, specific family memory (a lost earring found in a scallop, a grandmother’s seashell piano, a shell used to hide a childhood secret love note). No autumn foliage or coffee imagery. Use conversational, story-sung delivery with soft multi-track harmonies on the chorus.
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[Intro] [Verse] Open up the cedar lid See where all the years are hid Dusty glass and bits of twine Calcium and salt and brine It’s a heavy box to hold Full of stories never told [Chorus] Listen to the hollow hum Where the ocean meets the thumb Tidal ghosts in every curve Giving back the love we serve Hold them close and let them sing Every small and broken thing [Post-Chorus] Salt and bone Never alone Salt and bone The sea is home [Verse] This rough scallop has a dent Where a silver hoop was sent Auntie lost it in the bay Swore the crabs took it away Found it lodged inside the hinge After one last summer binge [Pre-Chorus] It’s a bit of a mess I must honestly confess We keep the chipped ones too Just like I keep you [Chorus] Listen to the hollow hum Where the ocean meets the thumb Tidal ghosts in every curve Giving back the love we serve Hold them close and let them sing Every small and broken thing [Bridge] Tucked inside this whelk’s deep throat Is a tiny yellow note “Meet me where the tide is low” Fifty-seven years ago Ink is faded, heart is dry Underneath a Dorset sky [Verse] Nanny had a grand design Glued the cockles in a line On an old upright piano Singing like a salt soprano Sticky keys and calcium scales Playing songs of ghost-white whales [Break] [Verse] Nothing here is worth a cent Just a life of where we went Muddy knees and bucket hauls Echoes in these calcium walls Silly secrets, sandy shoes Nothing left for us to lose [Chorus] Listen to the hollow hum Where the ocean meets the thumb Tidal ghosts in every curve Giving back the love we serve Hold them close and let them sing Every small and broken thing [Post-Chorus] Salt and bone Never alone Salt and bone The sea is home [Outro]
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