[Silence]
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]
[Intro]
[Instrumental Intro: Steady Bass Pulse, Delayed Guitar, Organ Swells, Ambient Synth, Slow-Build Drums]
[Minimal Beat, Sub Bass, Spoken Vocal]
Sometimes…
the greatest movement…
that turns the tide…
starts on the inside.
[Refrain]
Under threat of attack
(She made no movement)
For what might she might lack
(Her soul is heaven sent)
[Verse 1]
The world was pushing from all sides
Still she let her thoughts decide
No, no need for speed
Sometimes patience plants the seed
Standing still to understand
Can reveal another plan
A quiet mind can often see
What escapes anxiety
[Pre-Chorus]
Pause a while
(Breathe it in)
Clear the noise
(Before you begin)
[Chorus]
Movement starts
(Before the stride)
Changing first
(The thoughts inside)
Under threat of attack
(She made no movement)
[Refrain]
Under threat of attack
(She made no movement)
For what might she might lack
(… in might… she might exceed in what’s meant)
[Instrumental]
[Guitar Solo]
[Driving Bass, Organ Chords, Expansive Synth, Building Drums]
[Verse 2]
Pressure has a way of showing
What is worth protecting, growing
Fear may whisper, “Stand and hide”
Hope replies, “Decide without pride.”
[Bridge]
Mind before
(The hands begin)
Vision first
(Then comes the win)
[Breakdown]
[Minimal Beat, Deep Sub Bass, Spoken Vocal]
Under threat of attack
(She stood so still)
For what she might lack
(… in might… she might.. she could thrill with will)
[Final Chorus]
Under threat of attack
(She made no movement)
For what might she might lack
(There was mental improvement)
[Refrain]
Under threat of attack
(She made no movement)
For what might she might lack
(She has superior mental amusement)
[Outro]
[Instrumental Outro: Piano, Echo Guitar, Organ Fade, Gentle Synth Atmosphere]
Quiet mind…
Steady heart…
Movement…
Starts.
About the Song
This song was inspired by an intense encounter between a red squirrel and a mockingbird. Nearly 25 feet above the ground, they raced around the side of a large tree at astonishing speed, creating a scene that was both mesmerizing and intimidating to watch.
At seemingly random moments, the squirrel would freeze, clinging upside down to the bark high above the my head. The mockingbird would perch nearby, patiently waiting for the slightest movement. The instant the squirrel twitched, all hell would break loose. Around and around the tree they went—then another sudden freeze. Repeat.
As a bystander, it felt inevitable that one of them was eventually going to come flying straight into the audience. Fortunately, they never did. Instead, they demonstrated a remarkable blend of speed, timing, patience, and instinct—a natural dance of pursuit and evasion that was as fascinating as it was exhilarating.
From the album “Exactly“