Now this is how you build to a crescendo:
Or alternatively:
If you need a palate cleaner, try this as a pop tune:
And for a finale, make sure you watch until the end:
"these days I mainly just talk to plants and dogs. All human contact seems painful, risky, odd, so I stay acting god in my own universe, where I trade sigarettes in return for songs..."
From the second bar where a scratchy beat joins the stringed plucking, it's fairly clear where this one's heading, but it turns into a real banger after a minute or two!
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