The Audience Is The Performance

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Intro: solo gospel Hammond organ with rotary speaker

Verse: the man with one shoe in his hand, breathy tenor

Gate four. Twenty past two.
I'm carrying one shoe.
The grass is flat where we all stood.
Smells like lager and cut wood.
Nobody started it.
Somebody just hit it.
One note, then a note behind.
I never learnt the words. I find them.

Chorus: full choir in thirds

We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)
We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)

Verse: the woman with the uncut wristband, smoky alto, spoken low

Still got the paper on my wrist.
Day three. I'm not cutting it.
Four lanes of us, shoulder to hip,
six inches a step, nobody trips.
A kid on a dad's neck, out cold.
A woman has got my elbow.
I don't know her. She knows the tune.
Her coat is warm. I'll borrow it.

Pre-Chorus: both leads, close mic

Nobody found the main stage.
Nobody checked the running order.
Nobody needed to.

Chorus: full choir in thirds

We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)
We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)

instrumental jazz gospel funk

Verse: the steward with the orange vest, tenor, flat at the ends

I clicked thirty thousand through.
Last one standing by the shed.
And now they're singing out the gates
and my mouth goes before my head.
Vest off. Radio down.
I'm just a bloke in a crowd.
Three bars in and I'm not alone.
Nobody taught me. Still I know.

Bridge: alto solo, almost spoken

Here's the thing I missed all night:
I kept turning round to find the light.
Thirty thousand hands went up
and that was it. That was the thing.
We were the thing.
We were always the thing.

Break: organ and handclaps, choir hums

Chorus: key change, full choir, alto belting above

We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)
Hands up and let them go
(let them go)
We sing what no one wrote
(what no one wrote)
Hands up and let them go
(let them go)

Outro: both leads, choir thinning out one voice at a time

Field's empty and it's still warm.
Field's empty and it's still warm.
Field's empty and it's still warm.
Field's empty.
Still warm.
Still warm.

instrumental outro jazz gospel