Surrendered to the Sticks

gritty southern rock anthem inspired by whiskey myers blackberry smoke and the heavier side of country, southern rock, Americana dirty blues rock guitars with a swampy riff driven intro driving live drums thick bass and tasteful slide guitar rough gravelly male lead vocal full of swagger backed by big gang vocals on the chorus that feel like a room full of exhausted trail runners singing together starts laid back and storytelling before exploding into a huge anthemic chorus themes of mountain running humility grit and dark humour the mood is weathered defiant and triumphant rather than sad think campfire singalong after an ultra with beers in hand no metal no screaming no pop production no synths organic raw powerful memorable hooks with a massive shout along chorus ending on a huge sustained final chord

I’ve Surrendered to the Sticks

Verse 1

Day one I laughed at the carbon crowd,
Swingin’ ski poles like they owned the mountain now.
“Not me, mate. I’ll run it all.”
Funny how the mighty fall.

One hundred… two hundred… three… then four,
Every sunrise asking just a little more.
My legs kept writing cheques my pride couldn’t cash,
Now I’m digging through my pack with a sheepish laugh.

Pre-Chorus

Funny how a mountain
Can humble you so quick.
I didn’t choose the poles…
The poles chose this prick.

Chorus

I’ve surrendered to the sticks,
Finally waved that white flag high.
Carbon fibre holding me together,
While my quads just wave goodbye.

You can call ‘em bitch sticks,
Go on, have your fun.
But this bitch’s still climbing,
Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done.

Run. Hike. Survive.

⸻

Verse 2

I used to judge the people planting every stride,
Now I’m watching YouTube clips on proper pole height.
Adjusted both the wrist straps,
Started talking “efficiency”.
Somewhere around day eleven
The mountain got the best of me.

Now I zig when they zig,
Plant left, plant right.
Four-wheel drive on every climb,
Trying not to lose my mind.

Pre-Chorus

Turns out pride
Burns more energy than grit.
So I packed it in my drop bag…
And surrendered to the sticks.

Chorus

I’ve surrendered to the sticks,
Finally waved that white flag high.
Carbon fibre holding me together,
While my quads just wave goodbye.

You can call ‘em bitch sticks,
Go on, have your fun.
But this bitch’s still climbing,
Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done.

Run. Hike. Survive.

⸻

Bridge

Merrell keeping my feet alive.
Kinisi keeping these bitch sticks flying.
Huntaway still covering my arse.
That’s It stopping the bits from chafing.
Creepers keeping me creepy.
Mountain Skag keeping the stoke alive.

The leaderboard keeps shrinking.
The mountain couldn’t care less.
Everyone starts this challenge a runner…
By day eleven you’re just trying to outlast the rest.

⸻

Final Chorus

I’ve surrendered to the sticks,
But I ain’t surrendered this fight.
Every plant’s another promise,
Just get me home tonight.

You can call ‘em bitch sticks,
Go on, have your fun.
But this bitch’s still climbing,
Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done.

I’ve surrendered to the sticks…
But I never surrendered to the mountain.

Run. Hike. Survive.

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I’ve Surrendered to the Sticks Verse 1 Day one I laughed at the carbon crowd, Swingin’ ski poles like they owned the mountain now. “Not me, mate. I’ll run it all.” Funny how the mighty fall. One hundred… two hundred… three… then four, Every sunrise asking just a little more. My legs kept writing cheques my pride couldn’t cash, Now I’m digging through my pack with a sheepish laugh. Pre-Chorus Funny how a mountain Can humble you so quick. I didn’t choose the poles… The poles chose this prick. Chorus I’ve surrendered to the sticks, Finally waved that white flag high. Carbon fibre holding me together, While my quads just wave goodbye. You can call ‘em bitch sticks, Go on, have your fun. But this bitch’s still climbing, Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done. Run. Hike. Survive. ⸻ Verse 2 I used to judge the people planting every stride, Now I’m watching YouTube clips on proper pole height. Adjusted both the wrist straps, Started talking “efficiency”. Somewhere around day eleven The mountain got the best of me. Now I zig when they zig, Plant left, plant right. Four-wheel drive on every climb, Trying not to lose my mind. Pre-Chorus Turns out pride Burns more energy than grit. So I packed it in my drop bag… And surrendered to the sticks. Chorus I’ve surrendered to the sticks, Finally waved that white flag high. Carbon fibre holding me together, While my quads just wave goodbye. You can call ‘em bitch sticks, Go on, have your fun. But this bitch’s still climbing, Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done. Run. Hike. Survive. ⸻ Bridge Merrell keeping my feet alive. Kinisi keeping these bitch sticks flying. Huntaway still covering my arse. That’s It stopping the bits from chafing. Creepers keeping me creepy. Mountain Skag keeping the stoke alive. The leaderboard keeps shrinking. The mountain couldn’t care less. Everyone starts this challenge a runner… By day eleven you’re just trying to outlast the rest. ⸻ Final Chorus I’ve surrendered to the sticks, But I ain’t surrendered this fight. Every plant’s another promise, Just get me home tonight. You can call ‘em bitch sticks, Go on, have your fun. But this bitch’s still climbing, Day eleven… and I’m not fucking done. I’ve surrendered to the sticks… But I never surrendered to the mountain. Run. Hike. Survive.

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