Idealistic Mystics

The metaphor in this song uses the idea that the deliberate daily regimen of farming (i.e. bringing plants from seed to fruition) is a plan for how one may also obtain life's goals, desires and objectives.

There are two elements that meet the "resampled field recording" challenge. For the first, the pad (which can first be heard in the very beginning, behind the intro skit vocals) started life as an airport luggage scanner machine. I set my phone to record a voice memo as it was going through while I was traveling. I then discovered there was a beautiful, consistent frequency from the scanner, so I isolated a few different harmonics of it, resampled each of them as separate wav files, then turned it into a pad in my sampler with some processing. It can be heard throughout. The second element is the "plinky" melodic sound that is present in the verses, which started life as a squeaky, wet shower wall, being rubbed by my finger, and again being recorded as just a voice memo. I took that sound, ran it through some aggressive pitch correction, resampled it and processed it a few times, and turned it into the instrument you hear.

"Wow.. grandpa left me this whole farm. But there's all these boulders and fallen trees. Ugh… it just feels so overwhelming. Where do I even start? Oh look, he left a letter addressed to me…"

My dear grandchild, an advice heirloom.
The bells I bequest are the ones that rings true
A moment will arise when you'll feel so confused 
And inside this tune is how you must move

Groove, cuz soon, your hours will be up
Don't waste sunlight when you could be on the huss
Trust the earth in all its concepts 
Mush the dirt with working biceps

Chickens will prevent your overslept
Prep and reps are phenomenal first steps
Kept lists break apart the complex
Grab your can cause here's the logic

Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate...

Leaves drop with the environmental stress
So when tending your field you gotta carefully caress 
When tilling the soil use the actions of direct
Cuz farm life is best when treated with respect

Don't guess, inspect, and do your research
When mother nature speaks. really hear her
Give growth spacious plots with room to glean
Till mulch graciously for all ya seeds

Hone your green thumb. Yes cultivate it
Understand, not demand. It's no debate with
Not too tight so the life gets plenty of light
Perlite inside so hydration stays right

Don't worry or hurry through the process
Use the tools you've earned on turning the pot mix 
Balance is the challenge. Avoid the toxic
And when you dig it enough, you'll say “Yeah I got this.”

Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate...

Next season, fruition and mild success
On your laurels, however, you must not rest
Don't spoil the toil. Build refinement
Compounding ground til stability is met 

ponds will clear from fighting farm fears 
breathe deep and obstacles disappear 
Plows easily steer with the proper gear 
Strategize supplies to survive failure

Do your darndest to upgrade your harvest 
Hearty parsnips come from worked gardens
Ya pumpkins carvings from perfect farthest
Character hardens as quantity 'largens.

Make some bargains, learn when to compromise
See the bigger picture through a farmer's eyes
Plant plenty of seeds cuz some don't arise 
And pass on these secrets before your demise

Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate
Your harvest you must
Cultivate 
Ya gotta water ya crops
There's no debate...