Thunder in the Clay

[Intro](Heavy, rhythmic throat-beatboxing kicks in immediately with a sharp acoustic guitar chop. A low, distorted funk slap-bass snakes underneath, establishing a dark but driving groove.)Dig the trench deep.The storm is coming, but the foundation don't bend.Stomp your boots on the floorboards.Let 'em know we're ready.[Verse 1](Fast-paced, aggressive folk-rap delivery over a stomping boots rhythm)They tried to bury the seed in the freezing groundCovered it with iron, made a terrifying soundBut the dirt is alive and the pressure is fuelWe breaking through the surface, breaking every single ruleGot a heavy acoustic guitar strum hitting the veinSlapping that bass right through the hurricaneWe don't need a fortress made of silver and stoneWhen the power is rushing through the marrow of the bone!(Vocal yodel accent burst: Yod-l-ee-ooh!)[Pre-Chorus](The beatboxing intensifies, mimicking a rapid snare drum. A mournful, dark acoustic fiddle slides into the mix, pulling the melody higher.)I feel the vibration moving under the shoeThe old sky is dying, making way for the newHold your head up high, let the bassline rollThere’s a holy combustion inside of the soulThunder in the clay! (Hey!)We are shaking up the night! (Yodel-ay!)Thunder in the clay! (Hey!)Turn the friction into light!Let the river run! (Hey!)Let the heavy rain fall!We got a fire in the mudThat can burn through it allGather up the family, tell the neighbors to rideWe got a midnight banquet cooking deep insideThey were digging for a trap but they opened up a springListen to the melody the broken strings singNo filters on the voice, no brakes on the trackWe marched into the wilderness and we ain't looking backRubbing two hands together, generating the heatWe matching the pulse of the earth with our feet(Call-and-response gospel chant, shouting with maximum intensity)Did you think the winter could freeze out the spark?(No, the spark is tearing up the dark!)Did you think the water could drown out the sound?(No, the music's breaking through the ground!)Shed the skin!Let the fire begin!(High, sustained vocal yodel soaring over the instrumentation: Yo-la-hee-ti-hooo!)[Verse 3](Fiddle strings firing rapidly behind every line, creating a dizzying, triumphant ascension)Now the canopy is open and the air is running clearWe drove out the doubt and we shattered the fearStanding in the mud with our pockets full of goldThe greatest country story that has ever been toldThe harvest is heavy and the spirit is wildEvery single ledger in the archive is filed!