[Intro: Wind sounds building, industrial turbine hum, single acoustic guitar] [Verse 1: Driving folk-stomp, banjo enters] Uncle Buster saw the mountain wake at half-past four Wind patterns shifting like they never had before His nephew walked in with coffee money in his hand Said "Wind Speed Roulette, old man—watch me take a stand" [Pre-Chorus: Building intensity, stomp percussion] Twenty-three knots steady, twenty-three times right Surfing chaos mathematics through the morning light [Chorus: Full industrial-folk explosion, group vocals on "goes in the pool"] Every sigh, every breath, every loss you can't control Turns the turbines, feeds the grid, powers up your soul You can't predict the mountain when the wind decides to shift But you can build the infrastructure—disappointment is the gift! EVERY SIGH, EVERY BREATH—GOES IN THE POOL! [Verse 2: Stripped back to acoustic, intimate storytelling] Seventy-three thousand dollars gone in ninety seconds flat The kind of sigh that powers slot machines and more than that Uncle pulled him underground where the real magic lives Said "Kid, you weren't gambling—you were learning how to give" [Pre-Chorus: Industrial sounds intensify] Emotion makes the turbulence, turbulence makes the power You generated more losing than you did in your finest hour [Chorus: Full band returns] Every sigh, every breath, every loss you can't control Turns the turbines, feeds the grid, powers up your soul You can't predict the mountain when the wind decides to shift But you can build the infrastructure—disappointment is the gift! EVERY SIGH, EVERY BREATH—GOES IN THE POOL! [Bridge: Half-time, heavy industrial percussion, spoken-word style] Politicians work like mountain wind— Chaotic, hot, unpredictable spin Every speech, every scandal, every broken campaign vow Nobody's capturing that energy— NOBODY TILL NOW! [Final Chorus: Triumphant, all instruments, layered vocals] Every sigh, every breath, every loss you can't control Turns the turbines, feeds the grid, powers up your soul From Mount Hood to Virginia, let the hot air blow Build the systems, catch the chaos, watch the kilowatts flow! EVERY SIGH, EVERY BREATH—GOES IN THE POOL! EVERY SIGH, EVERY BREATH—GOES IN THE POOL! [Outro: Turbines winding down, single acoustic guitar, distant wind] Seventy-three thousand was the best money he'd ever lost... (Whispered) Goes in the pool...
