Fresh Field Blues

[Verse 1]
Red light on
Heart in my teeth
Count in the silence
Air holding its breath
First word falls
Like a coin in a well
Whatever we catch
We learn to tell
[Chorus]
First take on a fresh field
Soul hits the sound
No shield
No retake
No rewind
Just choose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues
Deep and alive in the groove
Every flaw finds a place
Won’t move
No polish
Just truth we can’t lose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues
[Verse 2]
Headphones bleed
Leather on skin
Shake in my fingers
Ghosts in the din
You nod once
I fall off the ledge
Ride every crack
Like a sacred edge
[Chorus]
First take on a fresh field
Soul hits the sound
No shield
No retake
No rewind
Just choose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues
Deep and alive in the groove
Every flaw finds a place
Won’t move
No polish
Just truth we can’t lose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues
[Bridge]
Spin in a circle
Trance in my chest (oh yeah)
Feet on a stained
Old studio floor
If this is the only
Time that we breathe it
Let it be rough
Let it be yours
[Chorus]
First take on a fresh field
Soul hits the sound
No shield
No retake
No rewind
Just choose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues
Deep and alive in the groove
Every flaw finds a place
Won’t move
No polish
Just truth we can’t lose
This raw
Real
Fresh field blues

Loose live-band recording feel, male vocals. Dusty electric piano and rubbery bass locked to a lazy groove; four-on-the-floor kick under a woozy, blues-tinged guitar line. Vocals sit upfront and imperfect, with room noise and breaths left in. Chorus blooms with airy synth pads and stacked ad-libs, riding a hypnotic trance-disco pocket that keeps circling and deepening., disco, trance, blues, soul, fresh, raw, deep