The Turnaround
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The Turnaround

Clinton Moore
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Hard TranceNew AgeJazz FusionModern BluesNostalgicEuphoricDeterminedSoulful

This track begins with a melancholic Modern Blues guitar riff layered over ethereal New Age synthesizer pads, establishing a reflective and regretful atmosphere. As the realization of lost time hits, the energy shifts, introducing complex Jazz Fusion drumming that accelerates into a driving, high-BPM Hard Trance drop, symbolizing the adrenaline of a second chance and the determination to reclaim the future.

TypeSong
Views22
Duration4:09
Tempo142 BPM
KeyA Minor
Time Signature4/4
[Verse 1]
Stared at the mirror in the morning light Tracing the lines that appeared overnight Calendar pages scattered on the floor Don't even know what I was waiting for The best years faded like a radio song Static and silence where I don't belong I let the river just carry me downstream Sleeping awake in a hollow dream

[Pre-Chorus]
But the clock is ticking a different beat I feel the pavement beneath my feet The dust is settling, the fog is clearing The edge of the cliff is disappearing

[Chorus]
I'm taking it back, I'm turning it round Pulling my spirit right out of the ground It ain't over yet, I've got breath in my lungs I'm speaking truth with a thousand tongues No more looking back at the empty space I'm running a brand new desperate race Ignite the fire, let the engines burn It's finally my turn

[Verse 2]
Sold my guitar for a suit and a tie Watched the ambition slowly die But I bought it back from the pawn shop today I got some heavy debts I need to pay To the boy I was, to the man I should be Breaking the lock and finding the key The fusion of sorrow and pure energy Is washing right over me

[Chorus]
I'm taking it back, I'm turning it round Pulling my spirit right out of the ground It ain't over yet, I've got breath in my lungs I'm speaking truth with a thousand tongues No more looking back at the empty space I'm running a brand new desperate race Ignite the fire, let the engines burn It's finally my turn

[Bridge]
Time is a thief if you leave the door open But I'm fixing the parts that were rusted and broken Faster and louder, the rhythm is strong I'm right where I belong Right where I belong

[Guitar and Synth Solo]

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm starting over. Watch me run. New day. My turn.
VisibilityPublic
SlideshowNo
CreatorClinton Moore
LanguageEnglish
Date AddedDecember 6, 2025
Hard TranceNew AgeJazz FusionModern BluesNostalgicEuphoricDeterminedSoulfulSoulful TenorSaxophoneDistorted 303 SynthsBlues Electric GuitarTrance Kick DrumAtmospheric PadsSunoGemini (Google)
Creator's Note: This work is an AI-assisted creation. It is not intended to replicate or infringe upon the work of any specific artist. The creator strives to produce original compositions or AI-assisted versions of their own personal songs, respecting all intellectual property rights.

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