Sacred Bovine - pre-production_V.2

Сегодня Джанмаштами! И пока идет работа над альбомом “Not for You“, захотелось поделиться почти готовым треком (пока с небольшими недочетами и без мастеринга), который будет составлять его главную тему. Это кантри-гимн в защиту коров! Title: “Sacred Bovine“ [Verse 1] Oh gentle cow with eyes so kind, Your worth to us is not confined To flesh and bone, but so much more, A life that we should not ignore. [Chorus] Sacred bovine, hear our plea, From dinner plates, we’ll set you free. Your life’s as precious as our own, More than burger, milk, or bone. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] With gentle moo and swishing tail, You graze the fields of hill and dale. Your presence brings such peace to land, Why can’t all humans understand? [Chorus] Sacred bovine, hear our plea, From dinner plates, we’ll set you free. Your life’s as precious as our own, More than burger, milk, or bone. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] With every breath, you heal the land, A gentle guide by nature’s hand. Your quiet strength is soothing balm, In your presence, all is calm. [Chorus] (x2) Sacred bovine, hear our plea, From dinner plates, we’ll set you free. Your life’s as precious as our own, More than burger, milk, or bone. [Instrumental] [Verse 4] So let us vow to guard your life, And end this senseless bovine strife. We’ll stand for you, both day and night, And for your freedom, we will fight. [Final Chorus] Sacred bovine, now we see, Your rightful place is running free. No more shall you be food for man, We’ll cherish you the best we can. [Hook] There’s a rustler bold, check John where the prairie’s gold, like we should! [Instrumental] [Bridge] With dusty boots and hats held high, We honor you, and not ask why. For in your eyes, we see the truth, A sacred bond through age and youth. [Instrumental] [Outro - part I] In the chambers of the soul, fears fume, Battles rage in the heart’s shadowed womb. Pistols blazing, through the smoke they ride, In this wild land, there’s nowhere to hide. [Outro - part II] Shootout in the old town square, Courage tested, breath hangs in the air. Harmonica wails, echoing the fight, In the heart of the night.