H@rd LΩve [NDC TT]

Snarling 1950s rockabilly glitchcore colliding with raw street-corner doo-wop, Slapback echo on the lead vocal, sneers and guttural grunts for swagger, Male backing chants in rough harmony, heckling and taunting between lines, Upright bass slapped hard, twangy guitar riffs with grit, and a stomping drum kit heavy on snare and toms, Tape warps, vinyl skips, and subtle glitch crackle give it an unstable edge, The whole sound is greasy, dangerous, and unhinged — like a fight breaking out in a jukebox dive

*** Inspired by Alex Ayers’ ideas on Post Lyricism (see https://suno.com/song/c1eed861-6cd7-4820-87ba-5ba5394b7e15). *** [Verse 1] Met my baby in a backroom dive, Smokin’ gin and gasoline alive. She stole my wallet, cracked my jaw, Still I followed when she hissed, “Let’s raw.” Hard love, black glove, Blood on the barroom floor. Hard love, mean shove, And I keep crawlin’ back for more. She’s my vice, my loaded gun, Ain’t no quittin’ what she’s begun. [Verse 2] She kissed me sharp with a razor grin, Pulled me howlin’ through her house of sin. Police beat me but I laughed out loud, ‘Cause I’d do it again, just to make her proud. (Bop-sha-b-b-bop, sha-la-doo-waaahhhhhh, pr-pr-prPROUD!) [Chorus] Hard love, black glove, (Doo-wah-do-wahhh-ooooooohhhhooo) She’s a viper in my bed. Hard love, mean shove, (Shoo-doo-wah-sha-na-na-zztttover-my-head) Got me bleedin’, beggin’, sore, But I keep scratchin’ at her do-o-o-o-rrrrrrr. [Bridge] (Ho-ho-ho-ho, yeah-yeah-yeah!) Hard lΩv€, mean shove, She’s @ curse but she’s still mine. GΩt m€ wicked, cracked, obscene, (Doo-w@h-w@h-cru-cru-cruelest-queeeeen!) [Final Chorus] Hard love, black glove, Ch@ins Ωn my broken spine. (Shoo-b€€-doo-oo-ΩΩmine-mine-miiiine-she’s-miiine-@llll-mine) Hard lΩv€, mean shove, She’s @ curse but she’s still mine. GΩt m€ wicked, cracked, obscene, (Doo-w@h-w@h-cru-cru-cruelest-queeeeen!) But sh€’s th€ cru-cru-cruelest queen I’ve ever see-ee-ee-een. [Outro – snarled with choir collapse] Uh-huh-huh… Sh€’ll b€ th€ death Ωf me, darlin’… (Shoo-doo-w@h-w@h-d€-d€-d-d-d€@th-Ωf-meeeeeee) @nd I’ll die smilin’. (Sha-na-n@-na-na@@hhhhhh-silence-crack)

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