Clockwork Ridge

{distant wind on gravel,

soft outdoor room

hum} {panning low-passed analog synthesizer

pad swells} {gentle field recordings

of slow footsteps}

Steady pace, the cold air clears

Steps are light, the pattern is near {understated four-on-the-floor kick enters,

subtle sidechain}

We find the route through the grey dawn light

A quiet strength in the endless night (oooh)

{subtle melodic synthesizer motif enters,

repeating and evolving} Keep the line,

the system is clear

No regrets, no lingering fear

{subtle woodblock

percussion pattern, synth motif evolves slightly}

{kick drum dissolves into a low

rumble} {melodic motif fades,

leaving

only long trailing delay lines} {mountain wind and faint city hum

remain alone}