Measured Ground from Groundsworn by Benchset
The album's last light settles into this track, a slow, clear pull after the storm. It’s the final trek across the measured ground, where an elder's worn wisdom meets the eager silence of a new surveyor. The clean, ringing guitar lines cut through the pre-dawn chill, building to those vocal harmonies on the chorus that just stick—a new kind of memorable part for us, less a shout and more a shared breath. You hear the echoes—flashes of 'hold the line' from early tracks, the faint hum of 'Chordline memories'—all woven into a new current; it’s a testament to how deep those recurring musical and lyrical themes actually run. The weight of the Level Book, a symbol of generations of work, feels present in every note, anchoring the future to the past. It’s the sound of the trade, passed on, dirty hands to clean slate, showing the profound impact of cultural elements like tradition and labor on our sound. For Benchset, it’s a shift, a deliberate embrace of warmth and space that wasn't always there, signaling a significant artist's growth in sound. This track proves that the raw grind can yield something genuinely hopeful, something expansive beyond the usual boundaries we set for ourselves. It hints at a future sound, a more nuanced scope, grounding every note in that familiar cold, damp clay but letting it breathe, rise, and finally, resolve.
Tracklist
| 8. | Measured Ground | 3:58 |
Lyrics
Level Book open to the dawn
Elder hands trace weathered lines
Student waits with morning calm
Ready for the measured signs
Son, the Crosspoint teaches slow
Each coordinate tells its tale
Parallax Grid will shift and flow
But proper method will not fail
Mark what stands, not what you seek
Let the Ledgerclads' wisdom speak
Measured ground beneath our feet
Every stake a lesson learned
Knowledge passed makes us complete
Wisdom earned through boundaries burned
Walk the line that I have walked
Measured ground where truth is talked
How do I read these fading marks?
Grandfather's notes seem incomplete
Charts and plats hide in the dark
Stories that we can't repeat
Show me how to hold the chain
Help me measure what remains
Measured ground beneath our feet
Every stake a lesson learned
Knowledge passed makes us complete
Wisdom earned through boundaries burned
Walk the line that I have walked
Measured ground where truth is talked
Hold the line through Parallax shifts
Drive the Markpin with respect
Chordline memories in the drift
False readings we reject
Set the mark, trace what is right
Level Book chronicles tonight
Stakes may sink but teaching stays
Measured ground throughout our days
Measured ground beneath our feet
Every stake a lesson learned
Knowledge passed makes us complete
Wisdom earned through boundaries burned
Walk the line that I have walked (that you have walked)
Measured ground where truth is talked
Now you carry what I've shared
Measured ground forever cared
Level Book passed to younger hands
The cycle starts again today
Measured ground forever stands
Through the bounds we mark and lay
Credits
License
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Raw angles and bleeding feedback—we throw measuring chains against the system. Our riffs mark boundaries between rage and repair while vocals stake claims in the dirt of what's true. Every show's a rusted benchmark, a raised fist for the ground-level grinders.