Sock It To Me

Unhurried 6/8 sway, full deep but sparse mix with breath-like swells, silence, and guitar harmonics; close, light, breathy male vocal with natural gravel and airy harmonies that fade; fingerpicked steel-string motif, upright bass, delicate harp, brushed percussion, distant bell accents, an exposed a cappella passage, and a long warm, solitary flugelhorn solo

[Opening] Storm stayed out to sea. Land kept waiting. Neither prepared for the other. [Verse I] Plan B. Then C. D had other plans. Radar swept clean. Not missed— never entered. [Flourish] [soft guitar motif] [distant bell] [breath] [Chorus] Sock it to me. Wind says nothing. Fly it up the pole. See what moves. Glare at the air. Admire the impasse. Sock it to me. I dressed for weather. [Verse II] Forgotten found a chair. Made it comfortable. Ignorance laughed. I did too— eventually. The storm stayed beautiful where nobody needed it. The land learned dust. [Instrumental Bloom] [guitar motif opens] [harp answers] [nautical bell accents] [flugelhorn enters alone] [Verse III] Invitations have seasons. So does absence. Prepared for both. Retreat to the endeavours. Hands busy. Eyes forward. Accurate weather reports. [A CAPPELLA — very close, breathy] No rain. No flood. No rescue. No wreck. Still here. Still dry. Still— not on the radar. [Flugelhorn Solo] [long lyrical solo — warm, solitary, spacious] [guitar motif quietly underneath] [let silence remain between phrases] [Final Chorus] Sock it to me. If it comes— it comes. If it doesn't— the sock still flies. Wind says nothing. I know. Accurate weather. Incorrect life. [Outro] Storm out to sea. Land under sun. Neither asking anymore. A little laughter. A little shade. Forecast— accurate.

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