The Tracks Are Broken - 1830 - The Cage

Early American Railroad Chant, eerie, raw

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[Intro]
(Rhythmic, heavy sledgehammer strikes hitting iron spikes down on a 100 BPM grid)
(huff... pff...)
1830... and what do we see? (Trace the iron track for me)

[Verse - Section A]
[Asymmetric meter - sharp, flat staccato vocal delivery, skipping rhythm]
The black iron engine is breathing down the valley line,
Spitting out the smoke and fire, choking out the ancient pine,
They drive the native sovereign people off the land that once was free,
And write a bloody ledger page to claim the corporate destiny!
(huff... *gasp*)

[Refrain - Section B]
(Vocal switches to an eerie, high-pitched playground chant)
Run away, hide away, hide the uncorrupted seed,
The masters are mapping the borders of greed!
(pff...)

[Verse - Section C]
[Rhythmic wood-block clacks layer over the heavy sledgehammer hits]
The Court Door is locked with an iron-forged key,
The lawyers are drinking their corporate tea,
They value the mud and they evaluate the stone,
And treat the living body like a piece of debt they own!
They tell us we are digits in their systematic machine,
But they can never wash the stain of state corruption clean!
(huff... pff... *gasp*)

[Refrain - Section B]
Run away, hide away, hide the uncorrupted seed,
The masters are mapping the borders of greed!
(*gasp*)

[Bridge - Section D]
[All percussion drops out - pure, chilling child vocal over long sustained synth-like pad]
We see the tricks behind their dualistic binary rules,
They design the classrooms just to manufacture tools.
But the living fire doesn't bend to what the monarchs taught,
The sovereign soul of a human child can never be bought!
(huff... huff... *gasp*)

[Micro Bridge]
[Vocal style: Rapid hyperventilating whisper, dead silence behind the microphone]
(huff... pff... *gasp*)
We smell the rot... we discard the decay...
They think they own the song... but we take it away... (Never!)

[Outro]
[Sledgehammer hits return for three massive, echoing strikes, then dead silence]
(huff...)
My little voice .. (Phew!) I have Spoken (umph!)
(huff... pff...)
The tracks are broken.
[End]

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[Intro] (Rhythmic, heavy sledgehammer strikes hitting iron spikes down on a 100 BPM grid) (huff... pff...) 1830... and what do we see? (Trace the iron track for me) [Verse - Section A] [Asymmetric meter - sharp, flat staccato vocal delivery, skipping rhythm] The black iron engine is breathing down the valley line, Spitting out the smoke and fire, choking out the ancient pine, They drive the native sovereign people off the land that once was free, And write a bloody ledger page to claim the corporate destiny! (huff... *gasp*) [Refrain - Section B] (Vocal switches to an eerie, high-pitched playground chant) Run away, hide away, hide the uncorrupted seed, The masters are mapping the borders of greed! (pff...) [Verse - Section C] [Rhythmic wood-block clacks layer over the heavy sledgehammer hits] The Court Door is locked with an iron-forged key, The lawyers are drinking their corporate tea, They value the mud and they evaluate the stone, And treat the living body like a piece of debt they own! They tell us we are digits in their systematic machine, But they can never wash the stain of state corruption clean! (huff... pff... *gasp*) [Refrain - Section B] Run away, hide away, hide the uncorrupted seed, The masters are mapping the borders of greed! (*gasp*) [Bridge - Section D] [All percussion drops out - pure, chilling child vocal over long sustained synth-like pad] We see the tricks behind their dualistic binary rules, They design the classrooms just to manufacture tools. But the living fire doesn't bend to what the monarchs taught, The sovereign soul of a human child can never be bought! (huff... huff... *gasp*) [Micro Bridge] [Vocal style: Rapid hyperventilating whisper, dead silence behind the microphone] (huff... pff... *gasp*) We smell the rot... we discard the decay... They think they own the song... but we take it away... (Never!) [Outro] [Sledgehammer hits return for three massive, echoing strikes, then dead silence] (huff...) My little voice .. (Phew!) I have Spoken (umph!) (huff... pff...) The tracks are broken. [End]

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