Blue Barb’s Jam & Biker Bar Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu
by Wasi River Bluegrass [Cold Open] (pool balls cracking, banjo tuning, low crowd noise) "You boys here for the jam night?" "…Depends what kind." [Verse 1] Blue Barb’s jam every Thursday evenin’ back room smellin’ like wings and rye snowmobile jackets by the VLT glow old road stories driftin’ by Somebody pickin’ a beat-up mandolin one boot tappin’ time on tile bartender wipin’ down the counter slow like she’s seen this all awhile There’s a faded sign by the dartboard readin’ "Leave your ego at the door" next to a flyer for beginner grapplin’ down at the Legion second floor [Pre-Chorus] Everybody’s got a system every system takes a hit some folks yell and throw bar stools some folks learn to breathe through it [Chorus] Blue Barb’s Jam and biker bar Brazilian jiu-jitsu hard crash Friday, super soft reboot hazards, controls, and banjo rolls steel-toed boots beside a borrowed gi suit Document the risk, then tap out early not in anger, but in light graceful degradation by neon glow under northern beer-sign light [Verse 2] Walked in thinkin’ strength’d be plenty years of wrenchin’, snow and steel got arm-dragged by a skinny welder before I knew what way to peel Old biker guy with cauliflower ears laughin’ soft into his beard said "Leverage beats force most every time" cleanest wisdom I’d heard all year Pandeiro rattlin’ through the jukebox static banjo cuttin’ through the smoke somewhere between the jams and grapplin’ half the town learned how to cope [Bridge] Cloud computing and collar chokes late-night fries and inside jokes don’t bury signal in the noise small-town saints and stubborn boys Not every fight needs winnin’ not every system needs control sometimes survivin’ with your humour is the strongest protocol [Final Chorus] Blue Barb’s Jam and biker bar Brazilian jiu-jitsu slow pressure, steady hands, don’t rush the turn document the risk, then pick again softly half of life is learnin’ not to burn Hard crash Friday, super soft reboot hazards, controls, and banjo rolls graceful degradation ain’t surrender it’s keepin’ rhythm in your soul [Outro] (crowd noise fading, soft banjo) "Same time next Thursday?" "If the system stays operational."
