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03_03_seg_0028_track_13 | 27 | 03_03 | 13 | Vocoder vocals | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/03_03/03_03_21_vocoder.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/03_03/03_03_seg_0028_track_13.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/03_03/03_03_20_vocoder.mid | 250.027 | 253.027 | 3 | true | true | One nation cried underwater | Bridging Verse | combined | 250.027 | 253.027 | false | false | null | 59 | 27 | 4 | 0 | 0 | audio_midi | 03_03_13 | 147 | 4 | 4 | C | major | Orange | Past | Thing | Imagined | null | Tangier | 2020-06-23T00:00:00 | [04:23.096] | true | true | Soft shell in the ghost trap waiting for a pull that never comes Golf carts float upside down out near where the markers washed away Rot tide tugs pilings down That dock is buoyed up by prayers alone The outside men they talk of carbon, they talk of apes They say the waters will rise and that there is no escape Well, the waters killed the Pharaoh’s men Sometimes you have to drown the world to start it back up again It’s his will, it’s his order One nation cried underwater One nation cried underwater The outside men they talk of carbon, they talk of apes They say the waters will rise and that there is no escape Well, the waters killed the Pharaoh’s men Sometimes you have to drown the world to start it back up again This town ain’t built upon stone but the settled bones sleep through the airish ‘morn I’ll stay, I’ll never leave until the island is swallowed whole All gone, swept away like a third of the stars in the heavens It’s his will, it’s his order It’s his will, it’s his order One nation cried underwater It’s his will, it’s his order It’s his will, it’s his order One nation cried underwater It’s his will, it’s his order It’s his will, it’s his order One nation cried underwater | Boards of Canada, discogs_id: 307, Joy Division, discogs_id: 3898, Mad Professor, discogs_id: 7870 | contemplative, dreamy, eerie, hypnotic, introspective, melancholic, mysterious, surreal, tranquil, humorous | Ambient, Electronic, Indie Rock, Post-Punk, Dub | 03_03.lrc | Off the coast of Virginia lies Tangier Island, a small landmass in the Chesapeake Bay. The island is known for its unique dialect, which has been preserved over centuries due to the island's isolation. This community has also been significantly impacted by climate change, with rising sea levels threatening its very existence. Yet, due to their Christain ideology, many residents deny the reality of climate change and perhaps even nihilistically welcome it as a Noah-like flood that will cleanse the world. Their dialect, insular culture and denial of the rising waters plays upon the re-breacketing of the world in a post-climate change era. The past thing remembered was the high water marker - which was in Ellicot City not Tangier Island. | {
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} | Opening : We hear the sounds of a Manhattan street, with cars and people., [00:00.000]-[00:03.043] | Intro : Dreary optigan and mellotron vibes play and odd-tempo riff with light percussion drum machines., [00:03.044]-[00:10.145] | Chopped MC : A radio DJ hyping a ticker give away has been chopped up into micro-samples and reassembled rhythmically to sound like a deconstructed rap. This technique would later be expanded by mapping to pitch-based extraction and used on Pulsar Palace., [00:10.146]-[00:27.131] | Verse 1 : The drum machines and noises make just enough space for a weary vocal to come through., [00:27.132]-[00:44.116] | Chorus 1 : The chorus kicks in but then the tail end of each chorus dips out to a strange sing-songy round., [00:44.117]-[01:09.220] | Verse 2 : The verse returns., [01:09.221]-[01:26.205] | Interlude : The interlude is a dirge-like instrumental break with a sitar-sounding baritone guitar., [01:26.206]-[01:43.190] | Interlude Frenzy : The interlude continues but the drum machines go into a frenzy., [01:43.191]-[02:00.175] | Breakdown : All but a deep synthetic bass drop drops out. It wobbles sounding like a Tabla drum., [02:00.176]-[02:26.027] | Chorus 2 : Repeat of the chorus but with the energy winding down., [02:26.028]-[02:45.043] | Interlude 2 : A reprise of the interlude, the baritone is now on equal footing with the optigan and mellotron., [02:45.044]-[03:00.000] | Outro : The looping outro features a repeated vocal phrase "Not there no more", [03:00.001]-[03:38.027] | An Incident in Chelsea : The sounds of an argument on the street in Manhattan., [03:38.028]-[03:38.027] | null |
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