De-tuned Bass, your speakers might groan .. with spoken word (sorry it's a bit low in the mix) 

The Tower

The quest for treasure carves a tortuous path
Heavy with scent and endeavour
Taken as a symbol, that innocent dust
Wound round the homestead
Led you away from that which was comfortable
To a land of discomfort

Written in chunks of granite
From boulders lain in strata for centuries
Expressing the need to strike its colours
Expose the flanks, hoist the standard

Naturally flawed like the best of us
Imperfect faith like the rest of us
Not to be sneezed at as expressionless
Nor even Impressionist imperative

The Universal air alive with the tiny hum of distant voices
Eternal priapic malcontents devoid of humility
Bathing in reflected glow of arrogance
Radiating from rafts of mediocre constructs
Artificially produced from over-rated, second-hand psycho-babble

If ever the tower needed pulling down

The Tower

Folk-Rock with Acoustic and Electric guitars, Rock music.

Notes on Delivery

The Budding enthusiast that comes, by design or chance, to discover this collection shall, upon Preliminary Survey of its Contents, find him or herself confronted by divers  ‘Fulsome Bloomings, Abandoned Airs and Declamations’, all, indeed, allegedly composed by Messrs Drust & Erskine. 

It is, however, to be Anticipated that the fledgeling aesthete may, whilst hopefully being familiar with the general Thrust of this or that Song, find him or herself Uncertain as how best to approach the True Form of the Musical Pieces, and, moreover, how best to discern the Melody and Intonation: indeed, how to Discover, and consequently Interpret, the Leitmotif. 

Be then reassur'd that the Composers are devotees of Cantabile, and each Song in this canon has been thoroughly Mulled Over and Subjected to Rigorous and Demanding attentions. By this Means, Songs, that may, upon Inspection of the grounds upon which they were first Inspired having revealed a requirement for overly-exacting Polytonality or Interval that may Induce a certain Reticence, have subsequently been Hammer'd into a Shape that Messrs Drust and Erskine aver is Deliverable by one Mode or another. 

Accordingly, Messrs D & E press you oil your lung, fill your chest, loosen your tongue, and hold forth in as fulsome a voice as your maker may have designed for you, and relish every nuance of counterpoint, every flourish and every roundelay here afforded for your delectation.

The Tower

DRUST IV