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} | Intro : Arpeggio Clavinet and Tidal Synth open the song with a dreary, dreamy atmosphere., [00:00.000]-[00:20.000] | Chorus 1 : Lap steel and acoustic join the 60s folk rock vibe clashing a bit with the synths and drums machines, [00:20.001]-[00:41.203] | Verse 1 : When the verse hits it's more like a chorus playing with the rearranging idea., [00:41.204]-[01:09.022] | Bridge 1 : During the bridge the lap steel and acoustic mixes with the synths and drums machines., [01:09.023]-[01:21.203] | Transition 1 : A tambourine joins bizarre psychedelic backing vocals, [01:21.204]-[01:27.066] | Chorus 2 : The background vocals and tambourine remain in the mix., [01:27.067]-[01:41.203] | Chorus 2 Outro : The background vocals and tambourine drop and the vocals from the 'chorus' and 'verse' overlap, [01:41.204]-[01:49.022] | Verse 2 : Now the vocals are working in a weird counterpoint., [01:49.023]-[02:03.157] | Bridge 2 : The drums drop and the instruments busy themselves 'loading' the Young weapon to come., [02:03.158]-[02:14.135] | Harvest Jam : The 'Young' weapon is unleashed - a single sustained lap steel note that rings out, like 'Harvest' but longer and more malicious. Insect like synth scurry around the periphery of the sound., [02:14.136]-[02:43.157] | Outro : The song wraps - but... What's this? There's a sample of The Fool singing 'rainbow man' in the background, strangely connecting the dots between the song and Pynchon, who has informed so much of the project., [02:43.158]-[03:08.032] | null |
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} | Intro : Arpeggio Clavinet and Tidal Synth open the song with a dreary, dreamy atmosphere., [00:00.000]-[00:20.000] | Chorus 1 : Lap steel and acoustic join the 60s folk rock vibe clashing a bit with the synths and drums machines, [00:20.001]-[00:41.203] | Verse 1 : When the verse hits it's more like a chorus playing with the rearranging idea., [00:41.204]-[01:09.022] | Bridge 1 : During the bridge the lap steel and acoustic mixes with the synths and drums machines., [01:09.023]-[01:21.203] | Transition 1 : A tambourine joins bizarre psychedelic backing vocals, [01:21.204]-[01:27.066] | Chorus 2 : The background vocals and tambourine remain in the mix., [01:27.067]-[01:41.203] | Chorus 2 Outro : The background vocals and tambourine drop and the vocals from the 'chorus' and 'verse' overlap, [01:41.204]-[01:49.022] | Verse 2 : Now the vocals are working in a weird counterpoint., [01:49.023]-[02:03.157] | Bridge 2 : The drums drop and the instruments busy themselves 'loading' the Young weapon to come., [02:03.158]-[02:14.135] | Harvest Jam : The 'Young' weapon is unleashed - a single sustained lap steel note that rings out, like 'Harvest' but longer and more malicious. Insect like synth scurry around the periphery of the sound., [02:14.136]-[02:43.157] | Outro : The song wraps - but... What's this? There's a sample of The Fool singing 'rainbow man' in the background, strangely connecting the dots between the song and Pynchon, who has informed so much of the project., [02:43.158]-[03:08.032] | null |
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