John 15:4-5
U
Lyrics
[0:00–0:20 — FIRST PASS / CLOSE, WARM, NO PRESSURE] John fifteen, four through five. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. [Start nearly bare: dry phone-mic male tenor, faint room hiss, muted acoustic pulse, warm bass note and one clean electric-guitar shimmer. No full drums. Let “Abide in me” feel like invitation, not command. Keep “and I in you” intimate and close. Let “without me ye can do nothing” land low, plain and free of drama.] [0:21–0:58 — SECOND PASS / THE GROOVE STARTS BREATHING] John chapter fifteen, verses four through five. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. [Bring in dusty boom-bap drums, warm bass guitar, quick muted acoustic strum, foot stomp, hand percussion and wide alt-rock haze. Keep it chill and buoyant.] [LEAD] Abide in me. [ONE ROUGH OFF-MIC VOICE] Abide. [LEAD] And I in you. [Move on immediately.] I am the vine— [MICRO-SILENCE] Ye are the branches. [ONE LOW VOICE] The branches. [ACOUSTIC MICROBURST: one quick bright fingerpicked flourish after “branches,” then straight back to the strum.] He that abideth in me, and I in him— [LET THE BASS WALK] The same bringeth forth much fruit. [ROUGH CREW — ONE WARM RESPONSE] Much fruit. [0:59–1:30 — INTERLUDE / STAY CONNECTED] Ooh. Yeah. Abide in me. [Let the acoustic stay quick and dry while the bassline gently moves.] Except it abide in the vine. [PSYCHEDELIC MICROBURST: one reverse electric-guitar tail briefly pulls away from the groove, then snaps back in like reconnecting.] No more can ye, except ye abide in me. [ONE ROUGH VOICE] Stay close. [Keep it tiny and spoken.] For without me— [BEAT CUT] Ye can do nothing. [Let this line sit completely dry.] [ALT-ROCK MICROBURST: one brief warm guitar bloom after “nothing,” then disappear.] [1:31–2:10 — THIRD PASS / FRUIT WITHOUT STRAIN] The gospel according to John, chapter fifteen, verses four through five. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. [Start with close lead and acoustic strum only. Add foot stomp, bass, boom-bap drums, then wide electric haze. Let this pass feel more settled, not bigger.] [LEAD] Abide in me. [ONE ROUGH VOICE] Abide. [LEAD] I am the vine, ye are the branches. [ROUGH CREW — ONE WARM RESPONSE] The branches. [No repeat.] He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit. [SHORT SILENCE] For without me ye can do nothing. [Let “nothing” get one small imperfect tenor fall, then settle.] [SECOND ACOUSTIC MICROBURST: one tiny warm harmonic lick after “nothing,” then gone.] [OUTRO / STAY] Ooh. Yeah. [No more scripture repetition. Let the fast acoustic loop ride under dusty drums, warm bass, foot stomps and wide electric shimmer. One friend hums rough harmony. Another clap lands late. Hard cut mid-strum.] [OVERALL VOCAL DIRECTION] [This track should feel like the cure for spiritual strain: ABIDE → CONNECTION → VINE → BRANCHES → FRUIT → WITHOUT HIM NOTHING. Male tenor stays dry, grainy, breathy and conversational with fast-flow indie-folk phrasing, quick imperfect runs and loose urban swagger. Acoustic guitar is a true rhythmic layer; boom bap remains the backbone. Let “ABIDE IN ME” be the warm central phrase, then make “I AM THE VINE / YE ARE THE BRANCHES” the grounding image. Strip the groove around “WITHOUT ME YE CAN DO NOTHING.” Backup vocals sound like rough fellow travelers reminding each other to stay connected—low yeahs, worn oohs, late catches. Psychedelic moments stay tiny: reverse guitar tails, tape bends, brief stereo smears. Alt-rock blooms only around fruit and dependence. No glossy folk-pop, polished CCM or bluegrass dominance. Raw, chill, connected, fruitful, close.]