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The Prudent Man (Clarity) REMIX

Song Title: The Prudent Man (Clarity) Artist: PiDEAS Studio (feat. Anthony) Genre: Acoustic Grunge / Cinematic Folk Vibe: Introspective, gravelly, building from a whisper to a scream. "Through the mud." (Intro) (A single acoustic guitar, tuned low (Drop C). It’s strummed hard, percussive. You can hear the fingers sliding on the strings. It sounds like someone working late at night.) (Foot stomping on a wooden floor keeps the beat: Thump... Thump...) (Verse 1) (Vocals are low, conversational, almost spoken—close to the mic) The world is loud, the feed is scrolling fast Building shiny monuments meant to never last It’s easy now to fake the way you speak To generate a confidence that makes you look unique. I hear the voice, it isn't screaming loud It’s the quiet kind of shadow inside the noisy crowd It whispers in the silence when the screen begins to dim... "Do you really know the answer? Or are you just mimicking him?" (Pre-Chorus) (A cello groans low in the background. The stomping gets harder.) I read old Adam Smith today, he hit me in the chest He said the prudent man puts his knowing to the test He doesn't do it for the applause, he doesn't do it for the show He studies through the midnight just to know that he knows. (Chorus) (Explosion. Distorted electric guitars kick in, but the acoustic is still driving. Massive, raw energy.) I’M NOT CHASING CLOUT! I’M CHASING THE DOUBT! I’M BURNING DOWN THE FAKE UNTIL THE TRUTH COMES OUT! THE MUD IS DEEP, THE HILL IS STEEP, BUT THE FOUNDATION IS REAL! IT’S NOT ABOUT THE POLISH, IT’S ABOUT THE WAY I FEEL! I WANT CLARITY! NOT CERTAINTY! JUST THE PRUDENT MAN INSIDE OF ME! (Verse 2) (Music drops back to just the acoustic guitar and the stomp. Bass drum joins in—heavy like a heartbeat.) I post it in the open, I hang it on the wall Not to prove I’m standing tall, but to see if I will fall If I can't explain it simply, then the knowledge isn't mine It’s just a borrowed sentence, just a stolen line. This studio is messy, yeah, PiDEAS is the ground Where I document the silence before I make a sound I’m building up the logic, I’m checking every beam I’d rather have a messy truth than a perfect, polished dream. (Pre-Chorus) It’s not for the algorithm, it’s not for the feed It’s the compass in my pocket, it’s the hunger and the need To look the monster in the eye and tell it to its face: "I earned this understanding, I earned this little space." (Chorus) (Full volume again. The "Gary" energy—soaring, desperate, triumphant.) I’M NOT CHASING CLOUT! I’M CHASING THE DOUBT! I’M BURNING DOWN THE FAKE UNTIL THE TRUTH COMES OUT! THE MUD IS DEEP, THE HILL IS STEEP, BUT THE FOUNDATION IS REAL! IT’S NOT ABOUT THE POLISH, IT’S ABOUT THE WAY I FEEL! I WANT CLARITY! NOT CERTAINTY! JUST THE PRUDENT MAN INSIDE OF ME! (Bridge) (The music becomes a chaotic swirl of noise—digital glitches, feedback, drums rolling—representing the "AI Noise" and "Imposter Syndrome.") (Vocals are shouted over the noise) One note at a time! One clean idea! Less noise! More truth! LESS NOISE! MORE TRUTH! (Sudden silence) (Outro) (The acoustic guitar returns. The same riff as the intro. Slow. Deliberate.) (Vocals soft, tired but happy) It’s not shame. It’s my compass. Through the mud... Into the frontier. (Final chord rings out and fades) The Visual Concept (The Album Art) To match the Stephen Wilson Jr. aesthetic (high contrast, gritty, real): The Shot: A black-and-white photo, high grain (Tri-X film style). The Subject: A pair of muddy work boots standing on a pristine, white, glowing digital grid floor. The Detail: Next to the boots is an old-fashioned analog compass, but the needle is glowing neon blue (PiDEAS blue). The Text: Top Left (Small, Serif font): ADAM SMITH WAS RIGHT Center (Large, Distressed font): THE PRUDENT MAN Bottom Right (Handwritten): PiDEAS STUDIO This visualizes "Carrying the mud into the frontier."