Soldier
Epic strings. Playing for the lone soldier home from battle. Medal of honor on the chest. Don't like the name. Doesn't fit. More calm drums than usual. Playing mostly normal beat. Still syncopated, obviously. But somewhat predictable. In a good way. Then back to strings. Focus in on their layers of sound. Then comes our Nubbin. "Our". The one we know. Drums don't feel extra-satisfying. But maybe better that way, for if they overtook the strings, the song would be lost. Strings take the front row again. Perhaps drums are PTSD for the soldier. Memories of awful, bloody battles. He wants to die. Leave the memories. Then ends.