Wait Your Turn

Swiftgibbon

Crack The Sky

Swiftgibbon

hair metal, glam metal, arena rock

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V4.5+

[start]

[Intro: Sinister palm-muted riff on Kramer Baretta & Heartfield Talon II, with a relentless groove through chorus and overdrive; drums building tension with tom rolls and hi-hat chokes, bass growling through a Darkglass Vintage Microtubes running into a thundering Ampeg SVT]

[Verse 1]
You think you’re the king of the midnight scene,
Flashin’ your smile like a movie screen,
But I’ve been down this road before,
I’m not the girl you can just ignore.
Your hands are quick, but your game is slow,
Every move’s just a tired show,
If you want this fire to burn,
You’re gonna have to wait your turn.

[Chorus: Soaring harmonies, open chords ring with lead fills]
Wait your turn,
You can’t rush this flame,
Wait your turn,
If you wanna play the game.
I’m the prize you can’t discern,
Stand in line and wait your turn.

[Verse 2: Chunky palm-mutes, bass growl pushing groove]
You throw your lines like a loaded gun,
But I’m not falling for anyone,
Every word drips sweet and cheap,
Promises you could never keep.
The night is young, but I’m in control,
You don’t get to take my soul,
If you want this fire to burn,
You’re gonna have to wait your turn.

[Chorus]
Wait your turn,
You can’t rush this flame,
Wait your turn,
If you wanna play the game.
I’m the prize you can’t discern,
Stand in line and wait your turn.

[Bridge: Drop to syncopated riff, tom-heavy drums, vocal smirk in delivery]
I’m not the easy road you take,
I’m the storm you can’t out-brake,
If you wanna taste my fire,
Earn the right to go higher.

[Solo: Melodic yet aggressive solo with intricate legato runs, rapid alternate picking, bluesy bends, and explosive dive bombs on the Kramer & Heartfield; bass snarls underneath, creating a swirling chaos of sound.]

[Chorus: Maximum power, stacked harmonies, crash cymbals wide open]
Wait your turn,
You can’t rush this flame,
Wait your turn,
If you wanna play the game.
I’m the prize you can’t discern,
Stand in line and wait your turn.

[Outro: Repeated hook over harmonized guitars, final sudden hit on E5 with feedback sustain]

[end]

2061/7500

[start] [Intro: Sinister palm-muted riff on Kramer Baretta & Heartfield Talon II, with a relentless groove through chorus and overdrive; drums building tension with tom rolls and hi-hat chokes, bass growling through a Darkglass Vintage Microtubes running into a thundering Ampeg SVT] [Verse 1] You think you’re the king of the midnight scene, Flashin’ your smile like a movie screen, But I’ve been down this road before, I’m not the girl you can just ignore. Your hands are quick, but your game is slow, Every move’s just a tired show, If you want this fire to burn, You’re gonna have to wait your turn. [Chorus: Soaring harmonies, open chords ring with lead fills] Wait your turn, You can’t rush this flame, Wait your turn, If you wanna play the game. I’m the prize you can’t discern, Stand in line and wait your turn. [Verse 2: Chunky palm-mutes, bass growl pushing groove] You throw your lines like a loaded gun, But I’m not falling for anyone, Every word drips sweet and cheap, Promises you could never keep. The night is young, but I’m in control, You don’t get to take my soul, If you want this fire to burn, You’re gonna have to wait your turn. [Chorus] Wait your turn, You can’t rush this flame, Wait your turn, If you wanna play the game. I’m the prize you can’t discern, Stand in line and wait your turn. [Bridge: Drop to syncopated riff, tom-heavy drums, vocal smirk in delivery] I’m not the easy road you take, I’m the storm you can’t out-brake, If you wanna taste my fire, Earn the right to go higher. [Solo: Melodic yet aggressive solo with intricate legato runs, rapid alternate picking, bluesy bends, and explosive dive bombs on the Kramer & Heartfield; bass snarls underneath, creating a swirling chaos of sound.] [Chorus: Maximum power, stacked harmonies, crash cymbals wide open] Wait your turn, You can’t rush this flame, Wait your turn, If you wanna play the game. I’m the prize you can’t discern, Stand in line and wait your turn. [Outro: Repeated hook over harmonized guitars, final sudden hit on E5 with feedback sustain] [end]

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