Rocket BÞ : Cold Feedback

[Tempo: 110 BPM, strut-rock groove with country swing] [Drums: laid-back shuffle, hi-hat shimmer, rim clicks in verses, full crashes in chorus] [Bass: warm, walking with playful slides] [Guitars: clean jangle with slight crunch, weaving riffs like highway lines] [Keys/Organ: subtle swells under choruses, gospel tint] [Vocals: soaring falsetto lines, call-and-response harmonies with smoky lower register] [FX: tape slapback, faint tambourine + handclap echoes] [Atmosphere: nostalgic, free-spirited, stadium-ready with roots swagger] ⸻ [Chorus] What can be Do you ever wonder to be Do you wanna be Do you ever wonder, With me [Verse 1] We never seem to do what we are told to And the laws, got the measures to make us owe All in line to take a bite of promotion Malaprops to throw [Verse 2] We always take the path where not supposed to And the lows, take me higher than my goals [Bridge] Sick and tired waiting for feedback Saviors acting cold, Line has turned to old Done with pain, my heart has stopped it in its tracks It’s much too wise Misconduct life [Breakdown] Keep my wits swapped into white Ads will reign, never skipping fast Growing stock of force-fed cuisine Stars and stripes is all you’ll ever see Just to see the dream [Outro – falsetto ad-libs soaring, guitars strumming wide open, gospel-style backing “oh-ohhh’s” fading into tape slapback echo]