Flashdog

80s Synthpop, Hi-NRG, Dance-Rock, Electro-Funk, Male Vocals, Cinematic Pop

[Pre-Chorus: Rising synth pad swells, syncopated snare fills, tension building toward chorus]  
It can burn you like a flame, if the ketchup hits the same  
On a wire between hunger and ecstasy

[Chorus: Anthemic 80s power-synth hook, layered harmonies, crisp hi-hats and synth brass accents]  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG on the grill  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG on the grill  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before

[Verse 2: Dynamic 80s groove with driving bass, palm-muted guitar, and shimmering keys]  
On the red-hot line of insanity, that’s a meal most never see  
It’s a hard-won taste of mystery, bite it, but can’t hold it  
You grill all your life for that moment in time  
It could come or pass you by  
It’s a push-shove world, but there’s always a chance  
If the mustard stays the night

[Pre-Chorus: Layered synth strings and reverb-drenched toms rising to full energy]  
There’s a cold kinetic heat, sizzling meat upon the beat  
Never stopping with his tongs against the wind

[Chorus: Full-throttle 80s climax with gated reverb drums, synth brass, and layered background vocals]  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before

[Bridge: Instrumental synth-guitar duel solo, heavy reverb snares, building intensity]  
It can burn you like a flame, if the ketchup hits the same  
On a wire between hunger and ecstasy

[Final Chorus: Modulated up a half-step, full vocal ensemble, triumphant finish with crash cymbals and sustained synth chord]  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before  
He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know  
And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before

2281/7500

[Verse: Driving 80s synth-pop beat with tight LinnDrum percussion, pulsing analog bass, bright arpeggiated synths, and rhythm guitar stabs] Just a grill town guy on a Saturday night Workin’ for the bite of his life In the real-time world no one sees him at all They all say he’s crazy Sizzlin’ rhythms to the beat of his heart Turning hunger into light He has danced into the flavor zone When the diner becomes the bite [Pre-Chorus: Rising synth pad swells, syncopated snare fills, tension building toward chorus] It can burn you like a flame, if the ketchup hits the same On a wire between hunger and ecstasy [Chorus: Anthemic 80s power-synth hook, layered harmonies, crisp hi-hats and synth brass accents] He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG on the grill And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG on the grill And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before [Verse 2: Dynamic 80s groove with driving bass, palm-muted guitar, and shimmering keys] On the red-hot line of insanity, that’s a meal most never see It’s a hard-won taste of mystery, bite it, but can’t hold it You grill all your life for that moment in time It could come or pass you by It’s a push-shove world, but there’s always a chance If the mustard stays the night [Pre-Chorus: Layered synth strings and reverb-drenched toms rising to full energy] There’s a cold kinetic heat, sizzling meat upon the beat Never stopping with his tongs against the wind [Chorus: Full-throttle 80s climax with gated reverb drums, synth brass, and layered background vocals] He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before [Bridge: Instrumental synth-guitar duel solo, heavy reverb snares, building intensity] It can burn you like a flame, if the ketchup hits the same On a wire between hunger and ecstasy [Final Chorus: Modulated up a half-step, full vocal ensemble, triumphant finish with crash cymbals and sustained synth chord] He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before He’s a FLASHDOG, FLASHDOG, I sure know And he’s cookin’ like he’s never cooked before

0/500