Rus Trailer (Wasi River Meta Stomp Deluxe)

[Intro — boot stomps and banjo chuck] One, two— One, two, three— If the bridge starts hummin’, let the paperwork breathe [Verse 1] We wrote a song about a bridge, Then we wrote one ’bout the song, Then the banjo found the minutes And the chorus came along. There’s a river in the margins, There’s a file with a stamp, There’s a sledgehammer on the table And a raccoon near the amp. [Pre-Chorus] We got grief in the gravel, We got jokes in the dust, We got hazards, controls, And a trailer with rust. If the system gets weird, Let the fiddle declare: This is not just a listing, It’s a cultural affair. [Chorus] It’s the Wasi River Bluegrass Meta Stomp, Where the punchline wears work boots and carries a pump. We sing what we’re doing while we do what we sing, Put a clawhammer rhythm on an estate-sale thing. Meta stomp, meta stomp, Hear the whole deck thump. If the bridge ain’t moving, Then the banjo’s getting jumped. [Verse 2] We sold the land with a river, We sold the myth with a wink, We sold a chair that went floating Before anyone could think. Three paddles and an oar Went downstream like a band, Now the chorus has a waiver And the bass has a plan. The garage kept humming, The old road stayed real, And the gravel pit whispered, “Buddy, close the deal.” [Pre-Chorus] We got maps in the kitchen, We got mud on the floor, We got one more draft Than we had before. If the auction gets feral, If the comments combust, We’ll document the chaos And convert it to trust. [Chorus] It’s the Wasi River Bluegrass Meta Stomp, Where the punchline wears work boots and carries a pump. We sing what we’re doing while we do what we sing, Put a clawhammer rhythm on an estate-sale thing. Meta stomp, meta stomp, Hear the whole deck thump. If the bridge ain’t moving, Then the banjo’s getting jumped. [Bridge — spoken call and response] Male: Is this a song? Female: It’s a listing. Male: Is this a listing? Female: It’s a rite. Male: Is this a rite? Female: It’s a cleanup. Together: Not in anger, but in light. Male: Is this grief? Female: With a backbeat. Male: Is this work? Female: With a grin. Together: When the river starts a chorus, You don’t ask where to begin. [Breakdown — claps, stomp, banjo] Stamp the form, Kick the dust, Tune the fifth string, Check the trust. Name the risk, Move the load, Sing the bridge Down Lake Nosbonsing Road. [Final Chorus] It’s the Wasi River Bluegrass Meta Stomp, Where the whole dang process gets a two-step chomp. We sing what we’re doing while we do what we sing, Turn a hard year sideways till the rafters ring. Meta stomp, meta stomp, Let the riverbank jump. If the bridge ain’t moving, Then the banjo’s getting jumped. Meta stomp, meta stomp, Boot heel, bass thump. Wasi River Bluegrass— That’s the whole weird lump. [Outro] One more file, One more joke, One more chorus through the smoke. If the river kept the chair, Then the song keeps the note.