Meet Me by the Record Counter

132 BPM, 4/4, E major, A compact acoustic kit plays a brisk snare backbeat with tight cymbal time and short rolling fills, Melodic electric bass climbs between root notes, while two clean-to-crunch electric guitars trade jangling chords and a short rising lead figure, A bright upright piano doubles selected accents, The melody uses concise question-and-answer phrases, with a contrasting middle eight and a quick guitar break, Keep the ensemble lively and direct, with period-sized instrumentation, One close lead delivers clear words and a distinct melody with controlled breath; instrumental replies occupy the gaps, Begin with the central motif, add the rhythm section in stages, thin the middle passage to expose the harmony, then return with a varied final statement and a deliberate ending, Keep bass and kick centred, transients natural and midrange clear, with restrained ambience and measured stereo width, ‑no screaming, ‑no vocals

[Verse 1] You brought a broken amplifier, I brought a second string We met beside the record shop and talked of everything Your cousin had a cellar and a kit without a stand By Saturday we'd made a noise and called ourselves a band [Chorus] Come around on Sunday, bring the tune you couldn't sleep We don't have to make a fortune, just a promise we can keep If the neighbours start complaining, we can turn it down a bit But there's something in this racket and we haven't finished yet [Verse 2] The first show was a birthday with the chairs against the wall We lost the final chorus but they clapped us after all You caught me by the doorway saying maybe we should quit Then sang the line we'd written and we both remembered it [Chorus] Come around on Sunday, let the melody begin There's a space beside the drummer if another friend comes in [Bridge] The poster's only paper, the name may never last But I will keep this afternoon when all the noise has passed [Final Chorus] We don't have to make a fortune, we can make a little sound Keep a place beside the counter; I'll be there when you come round [Outro] You count us in and everybody grins.

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