On Fumes

Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, 158 BPM garage rock, slamming snare and kick, fuzzed-out guitars, gnarly bass guitar, wild-throated belted chorus, loud, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

[Intro: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, shouted count]
One, two, three, gas light's on

[Verse 1: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, ragged and loud]
Four of us crammed in a van with no shocks
Snare drum riding where the spare tire was
Two hundred miles of desert to the show at nine
Biggest stage we ever got, they put our name in line
Gas light blinked on by a town called Gabbs
Last station boarded up, a sign said no cabs
Bass player counting quarters on the dash
Drummer doing math and the math says crash

[Chorus: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, full chest, belted]
Running on fumes, we ain't slowing down
Needle on the E like it's nailed to the ground
Nothing in the tank but the songs we're bringing
Running on fumes and the four of us singing

[Verse 2: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, faster]
Forty miles on empty and the sun going red
Windows rolled down so the heat don't hit our heads
Turned off the air and we turned off the lights
Turned up the tape so the motor feels alright
Every little hill is a prayer and a cough
Every little downhill, foot comes off
Phones dead, map torn, cactus waving by
Coyote on a rock looking at us like goodbye

[Guitar Solo: guitar solo on fumes, the lead guitar climbs higher with every mile as the needle falls]

[Bridge: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild-throated, the engine coughs out]
Top of the hill and the motor goes still
Town lights glowing three miles down the hill
Nobody breathing, nobody gets out
Take off the brake, let the hill decide the route
Rolling through a green light, rolling through two
Rolling in the lot like we meant to, who knew

[Verse 3: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, victorious]
Eight fifty-eight and we drift in the back
Promoter at the door with his arms all slack
Doors open wide and we carry in the gear
Plug into the wall, it's the only gas here
Sweat on the strings and the dust on our boots
Biggest crowd we ever had and we're loud as the truth

[Final Chorus: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, full chest, belted, all in]
Running on fumes, we ain't slowing down
Needle on the E like it's nailed to the ground
Nothing in the tank but the songs we're bringing
Running on fumes and the four of us singing

[Outro: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, laughing, fuzz rings out and fades]
Somebody find a gas can
After the encore

[End]

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[Intro: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, shouted count] One, two, three, gas light's on [Verse 1: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, ragged and loud] Four of us crammed in a van with no shocks Snare drum riding where the spare tire was Two hundred miles of desert to the show at nine Biggest stage we ever got, they put our name in line Gas light blinked on by a town called Gabbs Last station boarded up, a sign said no cabs Bass player counting quarters on the dash Drummer doing math and the math says crash [Chorus: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, full chest, belted] Running on fumes, we ain't slowing down Needle on the E like it's nailed to the ground Nothing in the tank but the songs we're bringing Running on fumes and the four of us singing [Verse 2: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, faster] Forty miles on empty and the sun going red Windows rolled down so the heat don't hit our heads Turned off the air and we turned off the lights Turned up the tape so the motor feels alright Every little hill is a prayer and a cough Every little downhill, foot comes off Phones dead, map torn, cactus waving by Coyote on a rock looking at us like goodbye [Chorus: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, full chest, belted] Running on fumes, we ain't slowing down Needle on the E like it's nailed to the ground Nothing in the tank but the songs we're bringing Running on fumes and the four of us singing [Guitar Solo: guitar solo on fumes, the lead guitar climbs higher with every mile as the needle falls] [Bridge: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild-throated, the engine coughs out] Top of the hill and the motor goes still Town lights glowing three miles down the hill Nobody breathing, nobody gets out Take off the brake, let the hill decide the route Rolling through a green light, rolling through two Rolling in the lot like we meant to, who knew [Verse 3: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, wild, victorious] Eight fifty-eight and we drift in the back Promoter at the door with his arms all slack Doors open wide and we carry in the gear Plug into the wall, it's the only gas here Sweat on the strings and the dust on our boots Biggest crowd we ever had and we're loud as the truth [Final Chorus: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, full chest, belted, all in] Running on fumes, we ain't slowing down Needle on the E like it's nailed to the ground Nothing in the tank but the songs we're bringing Running on fumes and the four of us singing [Outro: Wild-throated rock tenor male lead, laughing, fuzz rings out and fades] Somebody find a gas can After the encore [End]

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