"The Hidden Record"
[A man finds an old record and places the needle down on a gramophone.
The record crackles and pops before the music begins.]
[Dark mysterious atmosphere.
Slow cinematic build.
Choir and orchestra slowly enter.
Becomes symphonic rock.]
(Intro – whisper / eerie)
(vinyl crackles and pops)
(Whispered words)
There are stories buried in time…
Some forgotten…
Some hidden…
And some that refuse to die.
Who was He… really.....?
(Verse 1)
Scholars write in dusty pages
Kings and empires rise and fall
Myths and legends fill the ages
But one name outlives them all
Carpenter from ancient villages
Walking roads of stone and sand
Still His shadow crosses centuries
Still His words command..
(Chorus (music lifts)
Was He story
Was He truth
Was He something in between
Why does every searching heart
Still chase what can’t be seen
Through the mystery and questions
Through the doubters and the years
There’s a voice inside the silence
Still echoing here..
(Verse 2)
Some say myth of dying gods
Borrowed from the ancient world
But no legend ever carried
The love His life unfurled
Empires crumble into memory
Philosophies fade away
Yet the name of the Nazarene
Still refuses to decay..
(Bridge – orchestral tension building)
If He was only legend
Why do the broken pray
Why do the lost keep whispering
His name in their darkest day..
(Big Chorus (explosive symphonic)
Through the mystery and wonder
Through the doubt and through the night
Something stronger than the questions
Keeps leading to the light
History may argue
But the heart still knows the call
Through the silence of the centuries
His voice outlives them all!!
(Outro – vinyl fading)
(music fades back to crackling record)
(Whispered words)
Maybe truth doesn’t shout…
Maybe it waits…
For someone willing to listen.
(vinyl slowly stops)
PrescottKane
