Pier Bolt

Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, 142 BPM pier-brace punk, racing kick, trash snare, jagged guitars, thick bass, chainsawing loud hooks, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

V6-MINI

[Hook: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, loud, chainsawing]
Last bolt seats before the tide takes the rung
Not a speech, a shoulder and a socket swung
Brace can wait for paint, it cannot wait for lung
Drive it home, then let the water have its tongue

[Verse 2: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, chainsawing, harder]
Calves go cold, the plank complains louder
Jagged guitars under me like weather finding powder
Racing kick, trash snare, salt across the teeth
I was hired for the torque work and the grief beneath
Pier Bolt is not a title, it is a minute spent
Body as a deadline so a span can still invent
Nobody writes a ballad for a brace that holds a pier
They just walk across it dry and never know the fear

[Verse 3: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, bolt seat, chainsawing]
Bolt seat bites, metal answers like a laugh cut short
I kick the wrench up high onto the dry plank court
Tide owns the lower rung the second I step free
I spit salt, shake the shoulder, back to ordinary me
No camera for the race, no plaque beside the pile
Just a pier that stays honest for a little while
Chainsawing the moment into muscle I can trust
Hard song for a job that never asked for fuss

[Bridge: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, loud, chainsawing]
Drive the bolt, beat the swell
Let it seat, then get well
Bolt seat, tide wins the shoe
Brace still true

[Outro: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, breath hard, jagged guitars ring out and fade]
Bolt seat, still ringing
Tell the pier we keep singing

[End]

2290/7500

[Verse 1: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, chainsawing, raw] Pier smells like creosote and a paycheck made of spray Brace needs six more bolts before the swell gets say Wrench on my shoulder, sockets singing in the pouch Tide already licking at the lower wooden couch Foreman yells the forecast like I do not have eyes I answer with a ratchet and a grit that will not disguise Chainsawing through a shift that hates a half-done span Water does not care about your calendar or plan [Hook: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, loud, chainsawing] Last bolt seats before the tide takes the rung Not a speech, a shoulder and a socket swung Brace can wait for paint, it cannot wait for lung Drive it home, then let the water have its tongue [Verse 2: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, chainsawing, harder] Calves go cold, the plank complains louder Jagged guitars under me like weather finding powder Racing kick, trash snare, salt across the teeth I was hired for the torque work and the grief beneath Pier Bolt is not a title, it is a minute spent Body as a deadline so a span can still invent Nobody writes a ballad for a brace that holds a pier They just walk across it dry and never know the fear [Verse 3: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, bolt seat, chainsawing] Bolt seat bites, metal answers like a laugh cut short I kick the wrench up high onto the dry plank court Tide owns the lower rung the second I step free I spit salt, shake the shoulder, back to ordinary me No camera for the race, no plaque beside the pile Just a pier that stays honest for a little while Chainsawing the moment into muscle I can trust Hard song for a job that never asked for fuss [Bridge: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, loud, chainsawing] Drive the bolt, beat the swell Let it seat, then get well Bolt seat, tide wins the shoe Brace still true [Hook: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, loud, chainsawing] Last bolt seats before the tide takes the rung Not a speech, a shoulder and a socket swung Brace can wait for paint, it cannot wait for lung Drive it home, then let the water have its tongue [Outro: Chainsawing brine-chest male rock singer, breath hard, jagged guitars ring out and fade] Bolt seat, still ringing Tell the pier we keep singing [End]

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