Gront Spoketer - I've Just Seen a Face

An upbeat Dark Country cover adaptation of The Beatles' "I've Just Seen a Face" driven by acoustic flatpicking, mandolin tremolos, and brass swells. #DarkCountry #TheBeatles Genre & Mood: Upbeat Dark Country Rock, fast galloping 4/4 train-beat pulse, energetic, stoic Key Instrumentation: Fast acoustic guitar flatpicking, rapid mandolin tremolos, French horn swells, trombone accents, weeping dark cello, deep upright acoustic bass, train-beat snare shuffle Story Themes: The Beatles cover adaptation, forest wraith chase, sonic soundboard fracture, blue lantern cleansing, wilderness warden duty #DarkCountry #GothicAmericana #TheBeatles #IveJustSeenAFace #Gront #TheWarden #Mandolin #Brass #DarkFolk Lyrics: I've just seen a shadow on the ridge where the dead pine grows, And it's the strangest wraith that the high wilderness knows! Falling through the timber like a ghost in the winter fog, Vanishing beneath the moss and down into the bog! Da-da-da-da-da-da! Tearing through the brush with a warden's heavy stride, Chasing down the phantom where the ancient spirits hide! (*Watch the shadow! Trace the track!*) Unslung the soundboard from my canvas pack! (*Fog is thick! Hold the stride!*) No creature escapes where the wardens ride! Falling, yes I'm falling through the timber and the stone! Chasing down the specter where the wild wind has blown! Light from the lantern! Roar of the wire! Tracking down the shadow by the blue thermal fire! Had I seen another phantom I'd have walked right on by, Underneath the cold gray veil of the mountain sky! But the way it moved across the granite and the frost, Told me of a ancient curse that couldn't be lost! Da-da-da-da-da-da! I drew the cold steel blade as I rounded up the bend, Ready for the battle where the timber trails end! (*Steel is drawn! Stand your ground!*) Locked upon the ridge where the phantom was bound! (*Vapor thinning! Strike the key!*) Setting the forgotten forest spirits free! Falling, yes I'm falling through the timber and the stone! Chasing down the specter where the wild wind has blown! Light from the lantern! Roar of the wire! Tracking down the shadow by the blue thermal fire! Unlatched the blue lantern... let the thermal beam bite... Cleansing out the forest with a flash of cold light! The specter dissolved... turned to morning mist and air... Leaving just the silent ridge and the warden standing there. Falling, yes I'm falling through the timber and the stone! Chasing down the specter where the wild wind has blown! Light from the lantern! Roar of the wire! Tracking down the shadow by the blue thermal fire! The woods fell silent... the shadow was gone... Just an old warden walking into dawn. Sheathed my cold steel blade, checked the copper wire... Warden’s work is finished. Put out another fire.