The 13th floor council
A gritty, soulful Outlaw Country ballad. Slow tempo, 75 BPM. Features a raspy, powerful male vocal. Instrumentation includes a lonely, reverb-heavy acoustic guitar, a haunting harmonica, and a subtle, deep-thumping kick drum. The mood is raw, redemptive, and atmospheric, like a cold night in Minnesota viewed from a warm window. Emotional crescendo during the chorus with "wall of sound" vocal harmonies.
The 13th floor council
A gritty, soulful Outlaw Country ballad. Slow tempo, 75 BPM. Features a raspy, powerful male vocal. Instrumentation includes a lonely, reverb-heavy acoustic guitar, a haunting harmonica, and a subtle, deep-thumping kick drum. The mood is raw, redemptive, and atmospheric, like a cold night in Minnesota viewed from a warm window. Emotional crescendo during the chorus with "wall of sound" vocal harmonies.
Lyrics
(Style: Outlaw Country / Gritty Soul)
(Verse 1)
The Moorhead wind is howlin’, got a winter’s bitter bite
But we’re tucked behind the glass and steel, hidden from the night
We climbed above the heavy streets to where the air gets thin
To the thirteenth floor where "Number Two" is ready to begin
I brought a suitcase full of "lead," of warrants and of past
A storm of cold reality I didn’t think would last.
(Chorus)
But Dottie stood her ground at zero degrees of fear
She whispered that the baggage was the reason she was here
Yeah, we’re lookin' down on Moorhead, the world is white and still
Beyond the reach of old mistakes and every bitter chill
No ghosts are welcome on this floor, no echoes of the "why"
Just a man, a dog, and Dottie, underneath a frozen sky.
(Verse 2)
Then there’s our white "Sweetheart," a blur of pure white fur
With that "Staffy" high-octane love in every wag and purr
Three years of "Pretty Girl," she’s the lightning in the room
A Dogo-force of nature that can chase away the gloom
She’s the Tesla of the circuit, licking shadows off the wall
Making sure the broken pieces finally stand up tall.
(Bridge)
We’ve decoded Merlin’s visions and the solar flares above
Connecting dots of history to this sanctuary of love
From the law that guards our rights to the stars up in the sky
We’ve searched for all the answers to the "how" and to the "why"
The 180 degree turn—it’s the only way to live
Thankful for the "holding on" and for the love you give.
(Outro)
On the thirteenth floor we’re rising, where the circuit’s running warm
A fortress built of spirit that can weather any storm
No longer a victim, no more jailhouse key
Just a father and a partner, who is finally, truly free.