Dirt Road Drop

[Intro] [banjo and fiddle, building, no drums] [male country vocal, warm] Boots on the floor, bass in my soul Dirt road meets the drop and we lose control Banjo in one hand, kick drum in the other Two different worlds and they fight like a brother [crowd chant] Hey! (hey!) turn it up, let it ride Country and the Techno gonna battle tonight [Verse 1] [gritty male country vocal, acoustic guitar, steel guitar, stomp] I was raised on a gravel road where the radio cried Steel guitar and a screen-door slam and the tears my mama hide I don't need a hundred lasers, don't need a fog machine Just three chords and the honest truth, prettiest thing you've seen You can program a beat, son, but you can't program a soul I got mud on my boots and a story to be told So pack up your little metronome, watch me work this crowd When the fiddle hits that high lonesome note the whole barn gets loud [Verse 2] [cold robotic male vocal, vocoder, pulsing synth bass, four-on-the-floor kick] Cute. A little campfire song. Now let me show you the void I'm four-on-the-floor, I'm the pulse you can't avoid No words, no story, just a body and a beat I'll move ten thousand strangers like one heart under my feet You count to four; I bend the seconds, fold the time Sub-bass in your sternum, that's a feeling not a rhyme [building tension, rising filter sweep] The drop is coming, feel it, hold your breath, anticipate Your heartbreak runs three minutes, my night don't have a gate [Chorus] [full fusion, banjo over four-on-the-floor kick, anthemic, layered vocals] Boots on the floor, bass in my soul Dirt road meets the drop and we lose control Banjo in one hand, kick drum in the other Two different worlds and they fight like a brother [crowd chant] Hey! (hey!) turn it up, let it ride Country and the Techno gonna battle tonight [Verse 3] [gritty male country vocal, defiant] Anticipation? Boy, I wrote the book on the ache Every verse a slow burn, every chorus a heartbreak You loop the same four bars till the sun comes back around I say one perfect line and put a whole life in the sound [Verse 4] [cold robotic male vocal, distorted, relentless] One perfect line? I'm a thousand beats of right-now No last call, no closing time, the warehouse don't allow it You live in the rear-view, all that "back when," all that "used to" I'm the future humming low, and the future's gonna move you [Breakdown] [sparse, fiddle and filter only, quiet, tension building] [whispered] Then the whole room went still The fiddle and the filter standing toe to toe One of 'em whispered feel it One of 'em whispered keep it slow [half-time, kick drum enters slowly] And somewhere in the silence In the space between the two The kick drum found the heartbeat And the heartbeat knew [Drop] [BASS DROP, full fusion, banjo riff over four-on-the-floor, festival energy, huge layered vocals] So put the boots on the floor with the bass in your soul Let the banjo ride the kick till you lose control We don't gotta pick a side, we just let it collide Country and the Techno on the same damn night [drop, all instruments, crowd roar] Hands to the sky on a dirt-road high Neon on the cornfield, fireflies and strobe light Heartbreak and a heartbeat finally agree The loudest thing on this Earth is you and me [Outro] [call-and-response crowd chant, fiddle and synth, fading out] (Boots on the floor!) bass in my soul (Dirt road drop!) let the speakers roll (Country!) (Techno!) same heartbeat now Let the speakers roll, let the speakers roll out