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If I told you the true story behind this song, you wouldn’t believe it anyway.
...Oh, alright... But just a taste...
Outside a lonely recording studio, deep in familiar foothills of Appalachia, the odd blizzard happens to be raging. The hour has become late. An old, worn-out musician (who remains anonymous), cannot postpone the inevitable departure from warmth and shelter any longer. Reluctantly, he gather himself, and an important belonging, to venture out into the frigid air.
To say he hadn’t been feeling quite himself on this particular evening would be an understatement. It had already been a rather strange night indeed. As the power continued to dim and flicker, he braced himself against the howling wind and pelting snow, in order to lock up for the evening.
Outside the heavy studio door, all was but a swirling white vortex. Neither up nor down; left nor right; neither had any bearing at this peculiar hour.
Clutching at his jacket to keep out the driving snow, he forced his way nearly halfway down the heavily blanketed path when it hit him, and it hit him hard -- the heart attack that is.
There he collapsed. A drift of snow cushioned his fall. Alone, face down in the snow, struggling to breath, the rhythm of his heart floundering chaotically, truly in the middle of nowhere -- the final hour certainly was at hand.
Except that on this particular night, an otherwise predicable fate was to be suspended; for something, someone, some heavenly presence perhaps, seemed to have been watching over the entire evening.
Only some divine intervention, some other-worldly experience, some guardian of this man’s fate -- could save his life now. Only such a miracle might bring him (and the curious vocal recording stuffed in his jacket pocket only a moment ago), back into our world...
(See, I told you you wouldn't believe it...)
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