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CHAPTER SEVEN: "HOMESTEAD"

GENRE: Country rock

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STYLE PROMPT:

Big country rock, 104 BPM, crunchy rhythm guitar, ringing telecaster lead,

solid kick-snare pocket, warm bass, subtle pedal steel swells, confident

male lead vocal, wide harmony chorus. Hopeful and wide-open.

You bought ten acres of a green tangled mess,

Bank called it land, but you called it "yes."

Give me a week and a tank full of fuel,

And I'll hand you back a HOMESTEAD - the rest is up to you.

We walked it in the mornin' with the dew on our boots,

Couldn't see the ground for the vine and the shoots.

You pointed through the alder, said "the house goes there" -

And I could tell you already saw it standin' in the air.

Flagged the buildin' pad and I flagged the well,

Marked the drain field out where the ground would tell.

Left the big fir standin' 'cause you loved that tree -

That ain't in the contract. That one's free.

Monday mornin' and the tracks come down,

Steel teeth eatin' up that tangled ground.

Twenty years of neglect goin' under the deck -

Turnin' out a carpet where there wasn't nothin' left.

Found a fence line Tuesday nobody knew,

Cedar posts from 1932.

Found a rock wall, found an old pump too -

Man, this place been waitin' on somebody like you.

Cut the drive in curvin' up the rise,

Framed a view corridor to open up your eyes.

Mountain sittin' there the whole entire time -

Just took a hundred fourteen horses to find.

Friday afternoon and I shut her down,

Dust settlin' slow, not a sound.

You stood in the middle of your brand new field -

And your wife started cryin', and boys, that's the deal.

That night y'all built a fire on the flat,

First light this land seen since who knows what.

Kids runnin' circles where the brush had been -

That's the part of this job that I can't put a price on, friend.

So call it a lot, call it a plot, call it dirt,

Call it every dollar and every hour of work.

I call it the start of a hundred-year run -

And I just cleared the ground. YOU'RE the one that gets it done.

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CHAPTER EIGHT: "SMOOTH IT OUT"

GENRE: R&B / soul groove

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STYLE PROMPT:

Smooth modern R&B, 88 BPM, deep pocket drums with rimshot, fat electric

bass, Rhodes electric piano, subtle wah guitar, string pad, silky male lead

vocal with falsetto ad libs, layered background harmonies. Confident, easy,

a little flirty.

Smooth it out, baby - let me smooth it out.

Rock to the surface, dust in the air.

Every pothole gone like it never was