The Line Is Broken

Sacred Harp, shape-note coral, primitive

[Intro]
(Heavy rhythmic wooden foot-stomping locks down the driving tempo)
(huff... pff...)
Wake up... look at the Soul.
1826 and What do we see?  (Sing it to Me!)

[Refrain]
(Vocal style: Sharp, isolated child chant, sudden drop in background stomps)
They draw the line, they sign the deed,
They sow the corporate shadow seed.
(huff... *gasp*)

[Verse]
[Rhythmic handclaps layer over the heavy foot-stomps]
I see the new canal dig deep into the pristine clay,
The merchants lock the waters up and carry fields away,
The iron horse is tracking down the ancient mountain way!
They count the brick, they evaluate the man,
They trap the free born spirit in a systematic plan,
They claim they own the future with a strike of corporate pen!
(huff... pff... *gasp*)

[Chorus]
[Explosive drop - Full layered shape-note choral harmonies rise]
Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name!
They trade away the fields for a phantom game!
But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise,
Piercing right through their (oops! Fuckin!) crazy skies!
Yeah, the world’s gone (oops! Fuckin!) crazy!
(huff... *gasp*)

[Refrain]
They draw the line, they sign the deed,
They sow the corporate shadow seed.
(pff...)

[Bridge]
[Tempo shifts slightly - long, sustained, mournful vocal notes]
The mill is screaming loud out in the frosty morning air,
The ledger book is open but there is no justice there.
They bleed the common people dry until the bones are bare!
Forget their silent cages, break the master binary rule,
We are the living fire, not the instruments for fools!
We claim our mind and body back outside their corporate schools!
(huff... huff... *gasp*)

[Micro Bridge]
[Vocal style: Hyperventilating child whisper, zero mouth-noises muffled]
(huff... pff... *gasp*)
We see the grid... we break the grid...
They think they own the song... (Never!)

[Chorus]
[Maximum Volume Choral Energy - Intense foot-stomping]
Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name!
They trade away the fields for a phantom game!
But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise,
Piercing right through their (oops! Fuckin!) crazy skies!
Yeah, the world’s gone (oops! Fuckin!) crazy!

[Outro]
[All foot-stomping stops instantly - pure dry vocal isolation]
My little voice .. (Phew!) I have Spoken (umph!)
(huff... pff...)
The line is broken.
[End]

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[Intro] (Heavy rhythmic wooden foot-stomping locks down the driving tempo) (huff... pff...) Wake up... look at the Soul. 1826 and What do we see? (Sing it to Me!) [Refrain] (Vocal style: Sharp, isolated child chant, sudden drop in background stomps) They draw the line, they sign the deed, They sow the corporate shadow seed. (huff... *gasp*) [Verse] [Rhythmic handclaps layer over the heavy foot-stomps] I see the new canal dig deep into the pristine clay, The merchants lock the waters up and carry fields away, The iron horse is tracking down the ancient mountain way! They count the brick, they evaluate the man, They trap the free born spirit in a systematic plan, They claim they own the future with a strike of corporate pen! (huff... pff... *gasp*) [Chorus] [Explosive drop - Full layered shape-note choral harmonies rise] Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name! They trade away the fields for a phantom game! But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise, Piercing right through their (oops! Fuckin!) crazy skies! Yeah, the world’s gone (oops! Fuckin!) crazy! (huff... *gasp*) [Refrain] They draw the line, they sign the deed, They sow the corporate shadow seed. (pff...) [Bridge] [Tempo shifts slightly - long, sustained, mournful vocal notes] The mill is screaming loud out in the frosty morning air, The ledger book is open but there is no justice there. They bleed the common people dry until the bones are bare! Forget their silent cages, break the master binary rule, We are the living fire, not the instruments for fools! We claim our mind and body back outside their corporate schools! (huff... huff... *gasp*) [Micro Bridge] [Vocal style: Hyperventilating child whisper, zero mouth-noises muffled] (huff... pff... *gasp*) We see the grid... we break the grid... They think they own the song... (Never!) [Chorus] [Maximum Volume Choral Energy - Intense foot-stomping] Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name! They trade away the fields for a phantom game! But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise, Piercing right through their (oops! Fuckin!) crazy skies! Yeah, the world’s gone (oops! Fuckin!) crazy! [Outro] [All foot-stomping stops instantly - pure dry vocal isolation] My little voice .. (Phew!) I have Spoken (umph!) (huff... pff...) The line is broken. [End]

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