Cross Stick Country - 02 - Listening For The Click

[Intro] [woodblock alone, eight bars] [Verse 1] [dry kick enters under the wood] The shaved one has a softer edge than all the rest. I heard him set it down before I saw the face. He plays it like a man who thinks he holds the best, and I have counted every tile back to its place. [Hook] [clave enters, three over two] Your move. (the shaved edge) Your move. (count it twice) [Verse 2] [hats enter in sixteenths] He taps the table when he wants me to go fast. I let him tap. I let the whole thing take its time. The table has a grain that carries every pass, and the one he wants is sitting under mine. [Break] [hats cut, wood and clave only] [voice: female mezzo, deadpan, close] Softer edge. Lower sound. Same hand. [Hook] [sine sub enters, kick holds] Your move. (the quiet edge) Your move. (under mine) [Verse 3] [rimshot accent enters on the four] He put it down and laughed before he lifted up his palm. I had already turned the board around to show. He said he'd learn to listen. I said learn it, Deniz, stay calm — the whole thing only works if you go slow. [Final Hook] [clave doubles, kick holds] Your move. (the last one left) Your move. (and it's yours) [Outro] [elements fade one by one]