Feel the rain
Angsty, heartwrenching indie folk ballad. Deep male vocal with breathy, wounded delivery, Deep Male ASMR — think Elliot Smith meets Radiohead’s Nude. Slow tempo (~58 BPM). Sparse fingerpicked electric guitar with long reverb tails, ambient swells, and occasional single-note piano. Vocal should feel close-mic’d, vulnerable, and barely holding together. The tone is emotionally devastating, intimate, and existential. Each lyric should hang in space like the last thing someone said before leaving forever.
Feel the rain
Angsty, heartwrenching indie folk ballad. Deep male vocal with breathy, wounded delivery, Deep Male ASMR — think Elliot Smith meets Radiohead’s Nude. Slow tempo (~58 BPM). Sparse fingerpicked electric guitar with long reverb tails, ambient swells, and occasional single-note piano. Vocal should feel close-mic’d, vulnerable, and barely holding together. The tone is emotionally devastating, intimate, and existential. Each lyric should hang in space like the last thing someone said before leaving forever.
Lyrics
We're just stories who don't know it yet.
For readers who want to feel rain without getting wet
Our stories often end poorly...
Fingers letting go of dreams missed so nearly...
Closed eyes seeing photos of loves lost and never found...
Moving on from a moment, thats never quite comin round
Pages fly past faster and faster
quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter
you'll never see the cover page
of your own story book
Sometimes we can feel the moment
hear the quillls faint scratching as a chapter begins
sometimes we're just looking away
and it's another lonely day
Pages fly past faster and faster
quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter
you'll never see the cover page
of your own story book
What kind of story do you live
Do you take, more than you give
Are you the hero who rides out at the dawn
When you fall, who will they mourn,
Is your story an epic of love, or a soliloquy of solitude
Is there humour to lighten the mood
A tale of discovery, or of caution and woe
With an epilogue,
that you'll never know
Pages fly past faster and faster
quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter
you'll never see the cover page
of your own story book
But these pages are all that you get
You'll never feel the rain without getting wet
These quatrains and couplets are you
A whole life to live through
Pages fly past faster and faster
quatrains of sorrow, couplets of laughter
you'll never see the cover page
of your own story book
You'll never feel the rain, never feel the rain, never feel...
You'll never feel the rain on your face...
without getting wet