Bandits on a Beatscape

{door creaks open, crowd chatter,

footstep percussion} {acoustic guitar intro with a swung groove} (haha,

here we go...) {tin whistle motif

enters}

I found a dollar in my shoe and a map on a

receipt

We're marching down the alleyway in mismatched sneakers on our feet With

a pocketful of buttons and a kettle on the boil We're planting

flagpoles in the backyard,

claiming sovereignty of soil

{crunchy breakbeats drop with sub-bass rumble} Oh,

the kettle's singing loud,

the tea is getting hot

We're building up a castle

out of everything we got {syncopated brass accents enter,

rising energy, handclaps join} Raise a wooden spoon to the sky!

Let the parade go marching on by!

We are breaking all the rules we can find

Leaving all the heavy worries behind!

(ooh-yeah!) {huge singalong chorus,

stacked harmonies, brass parade}

We hijacked the laboratory,

plugged the banjo in the wall The scientists are dancing now,

they're having quite a ball With a beaker full of soda and

some static on the wire We're roasting marshmallows on an imaginary fire

{808 trap hi-hats over acoustic layers} {drums drop out,

intimate acoustic space} (shhh...

listen...) They say the world is serious,

they say we must behave

But we would rather build a fort inside a dusty cave

{tin whistle solo swells back in} So turn the dials up,

let the gears begin to spin Open up the window and let

the parade back in!

{explosive buildup, brass and footstep

percussion} Raise a wooden spoon to the sky!

Let the parade go marching on by!

We are breaking all the rules we can find

Leaving all the heavy worries behind!

{full band peak dynamic,

brass, mandolin, and sub-bass}

{marching parade fades out slowly} Just a dollar in my shoe...

And a map on a receipt...

{tin whistle plays final motif,

crowd cheers, door

creaks shut}