The Fool at the Table

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Sunshine pop, baroque pop; warm vintage tape saturation, intimate production; male tenor lead in the user's own recorded voice, with lush close male group harmonies, hushed pre-chorus and a fuller final chorus; bright jangly 12-string guitar, harpsichord, flute, soft brass and light bouncing rhythm; buoyant 110bpm pulse, major-key lift and a key change into the final chorus

Lyrics

[Intro]
[Energy: Medium]
[Instrumental - harpsichord and 12-string guitar]

[Verse 1 - Male Lead Vocal, tenor, bright]
Started with a shovel and a bad decision
Made the same one twice and called it vision
Every foot of dirt I threw behind me
Was another foot of dark, and no one to find me

[Verse 2]
Then I hit solid rock, and the ground said no
I said that's just a wall, I'll blast down below
Set the charge in the floor of a hole my own size
Every blast came right back, dirt and rock in my eyes

[Pre-Chorus - hushed, close harmonies]
I wasn't falling, no, I was going off
And I was the nearest thing standing
Battered, ringing, nothing left to blast
Up was the only way I hadn't ruined

[Chorus - Male Lead with group harmonies, bright]
He knocks, He knocks, He won't tear down the door
The handle's on my side, it was always on my side
He knocks, He knocks, and what He's offering
Is a seat at the table, and some mighty fine dining.

[Verse 3 - Male Lead Vocal]
I used to shake my head at the ones who prayed
Called it foolishness, friend, and I went on my way
Now look at the man with a drill in his hand
Blasting solid rock and calling it a plan

[Instrumental Interlude - harpsichord, flute]

[Bridge - Male Lead with group harmonies, building]
The fool was never them, the fool was me
Down in my pit, so sure I was free
So call me a fool, go on, call me a fool
I'd rather be His fool than the wise man in the hole

[Final Chorus - full group harmonies, key change up, joyful]
He knocks, He knocks, He won't tear down the door
The handle's on my side, it was always on my side
He knocks, He knocks, and I'm opening it wide
Come on in, Lord, there's a seat at my table tonight

[Outro - harmonies, fade]
So glad in not still blowing rock in my face
You've brought me to a brand new place

[End]

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