[Intro](Atmospheric, wide open stereo field. Sound of a match striking. A dusty vinyl crackle kicks in.)(Ear candy: A low, reversed fiddle swell slowly grows from the back of the mix, cutting off sharply into—)Ezra (Robotic Cipher Echo): Drop the needle.GrizzlyJones (Gritty, conversational whisper): Look at where we’re standin' now.(Hard-hitting, half-time drum bounce drops heavy with a deep, rubbery sub-bass. A hypnotic, rhythmic fiddle loop locks into the groove.)[Verse 1](Beat stays heavy but instrumentation thins out to sparse acoustic guitar twang and lightning-fast fingerpicked banjo rolls between lines.)GrizzlyJones:Old boundary trees got the bark stripped bare,Smell of rain and gun smoke heavy in the air.They said the woods would swallow up a boy like me,Left me tangled up in briars by the creek.(Banjo roll)But I didn’t grow up wild just to break my back,Followin' a ghost down a rusted-out track.No tractor in the shed, just a mind on fire,Stepping over shadows, pulling truth from the wire.(Banjo roll)Now the ground’s shaking underneath my boots,Digging up the secrets from the deepest roots.[Pre-Chorus](The half-time drum beat keeps its weight, but the rhythm tightens dramatically. Crisp, sharp handclaps stack on every backbeat. A cinematic fiddle line starts rising in pitch and intensity, building massive tension.)GrizzlyJones:I passed every test that they put in my way,Counted every blessing at the end of the day.Kept my eyes wide open while the world played blind,Left the static and the bad news miles behind.(Fiddle line peaks)Ezra (Doubled Echo): Yeah, look at the sky now...[Chorus](The beat explodes wide open. Heavy, organic stomped percussion replaces the synthetic kick, layered with deep, rumbling low harmonies that give the hook a massive, ritualistic weight.)GrizzlyJones:SAY MY NAME, oh yeah, I’m standing in the clear!(Ezra ad-lib echo: Grizzly!)Took the dirt, made a path, and I conquered the fear!YEAH, DATS ME, better than I’ve ever been before!(Ezra ad-lib echo: Jones!)Knocked death out the window, kicked the lock off the door!(Crowd shout: HEY!)No darkness getting in, no shadow gonna dance,We reclaiming the kingdom on the very first chanceGrizzlyJones:Mama left a Bible, but I had to find the light,Wrestling with the static in the middle of the night.They wanted unrequited, wanted me to stay small,Staring at the cracks on a broken cabin wall.(Banjo roll)But the wind through the pines started sounding like a hymn,So I emptied out the bottle, filled the cup to the brim.Walking through the thicket with a peaceful stride,If the devil wanna test me, tell him wait outside.[Pre-Chorus](Beat tightens up again. Crisp handclaps lock in. The rising fiddle line starts its upward climb, sharper and more urgent this time.)
GrizzlyJones
