Bleeding Kansas Skies

(The deep, rumbling sound of distant Kansas thunder rolls across the stereo field. A heavy rain shower enters, processed with a wide reverb effect. A haunting, completely clean country fiddle plays a beautiful, lonely melody in a minor key. The vocals are soft, raw, and emotional.)

You haven't seen a storm until you’ve seen it on the plains.

When the sky turns purple and the wind starts to change.

The clouds roll in heavy, blocking out the light...

But I’ve been fighting storms since I was eight years old tonight.

Let the rain wash away the scars.

Watch the lightning strike.

Hold on tight.

(A slow, knocking 808 snare hits on the 3. A crisp, ticking trap hi-hat starts rolling. The beautiful fiddle melody continues, now layered with a soft, plucking acoustic guitar rhythm.)

Staring out the window as the pressure starts to drop,

Midwest thunder making the whole foundation rock.

Tornado sirens wailing out across the grid,

Brings back all the struggles from when I was a kid.

Living through the droughts, living through the rain,

Learning how to channel all the pressure and the pain.

They say the sky is bleeding when the sunset meets the storm,

Out here in the madness is where the real ones are born.

(The rhythm shifts into a deep, heavy half-time trap bounce with booming 808 sub-bass glides. The fiddle drops out, replaced by atmospheric electronic pads that sound wide and cinematic.)

No shelter in the world can hide you from the truth,

You gotta face the lightning when you’re building up your youth.

Standing on the gravel as the wind begins to roar,

I ain’t the same girl that they talked about before.

The rumors can’t touch me when the thunder starts to speak,

My energy is rising like the floods on Cross Creek.

Let the clouds break open, let the atmosphere ignite,

MVSSY_LVND is shining through the darkest Kansas night!

(The acoustic elements filter upward, morphing into echoing, electronic sweeps. Huge, emotional melodic "supersaw" chords begin to swell, lifting the energy. A rapid-fire marching band snare drum roll starts accelerating rapidly.)

Yeah, the sky is turning heavy, but the spirit is alive,

We plow through the tempest just to see the family thrive!

Can you feel the sub swelling? Watch the whole town rise,

Look at that gold under bleeding Kansas skies!

One. Two. Three. Let’s go!

(The track violently explodes into a massive, euphoric Melodic Dubstep drop. Huge, emotional electronic chords layer over a powerful, driving 4x4 kick drum. Crushing, melodic bass modulations shake the low end, while a soaring, distorted electric guitar carries the main fiddle melody on absolute overdrive.)

(Huge melodic chords explode: WUB-WUB, CHORD-SLAM)

BLEEDING KANSAS SKIES!

(Heavy 808 sub-bass slides downward)

Wash away the pain!

(4x4 kicks pounding relentlessly)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(Melodic bass modulations shake the floor)

Standing in the rain!

Go! Fight! Win!

Let the storm begin!

(The main electronic beat drops out completely on the downbeat. The atmosphere opens into a massive stadium announcer space. A clean acoustic guitar loop plays a dark melody, paired with high-voltage marching band snares rolling rapidly. The vocals cut through an intense megaphone filter.)

From the eight-year-old girl staring at the thunder,

To the heavy festival bass that pulls the crowd under.

We carry the pride of the red and the black,

From the old stone house to the railroad track!

Look at those stadium lights burning bright,

The whole damn town's waking up tonight!

(A heavy sub-bass alarm blares out at maximum volume as the crowd chant builds)

D.A.W.G.S let's go!

That's my home!

(Maximum emotional festival energy. The Melodic Dubstep groove shifts into a rapid-fire triplet kick drum pattern with aggressive sub-bass modulations and the country fiddle screeching on absolute overdrive over the heavy electronic synths.)

(Bass stabs and bright chords smash together)

BLEEDING KANSAS SKIES!

(Sub-bass modulations shaking the low frequencies)

WE DON'T BEND!

(Screeching country fiddle over heavy festival bass)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(4x4 kicks pounding)

FIGHT TILL THE END!

(The electronic walls instantly drop away. The sound of heavy rain softly falling, mixed with the distant rumble of a passing storm. The beautiful, clean country fiddle from the intro plays one final, fading melody line under a ringing acoustic guitar chord.)

Breathtaking...The storm always passes.

MISSY LAND... we out.

(The sound of the rain slowly fades out completely into absolute silence.)