Orange and Blue in the Veins (Remix) (Remastered)

Tempo: 78 BPM (Mid-tempo ballad/anthem), Instrumentation: Starts with a clean electric guitar melody with some "southern" twang, Drums enter in the second verse with a steady, driving kick, Big, distorted guitars and crashing cymbals for the chorus, Vocal Style: Gritty, slightly raspy, with a heavy drawl, "Talk-singing" through the verses and a powerful, melodic belt in the chorus, k-pop, bounce drop, catchy

V5.5

(Intro)
(Clean electric guitar riff with a slight southern twang. Slow, steady drum beat builds.)
(Verse 1)
Down in Champaign, where the corn grows tall
There’s a man with a whistle and a plan for it all
Coach Brad has got that fire in his silver-haired soul
Taking this program and making it whole
He pushes 'em hard, yeah he’s tough as a stone
Tells ‘em "get better or go on back home"
Now the brackets are busted and the world’s looking in
At the boys from the prairie, about to begin.
(Chorus)
And we’re screaming A lion eye (I-L-L-I-N-I)
Moving like ghosts through the April sky
Underwood’s leading, yeah he’s drawing the line
Feeding the hunger, it’s our season to shine
From the State Farm Center to the big city floor
We ain’t just happy with a Final Four
We’re coming for the crown, yeah we’re taking the ring
Because we gotta win the whole freaking thing!
(Verse 2)
(Trap-style hi-hats and heavy 808 bass enter)
Look at the rim, see the shadow they cast
Making the highlights, yeah they’re moving so fast
You got Zvon-nuh-meer EE-vee-sitch (Zvonimir Ivišić) playing above
Catching those lobs with a velvet glove
Ripping the rim on a big alley-oop
The loudest sound in the whole damn hoop
Then you got DAH-vid MEER-ko-vitch (David Mirković) down in the paint
Bangin’ down low ‘til the rivals feel faint. 
(Verse 3)
(Full band kicks in—driving rhythm guitar)
Then Kylan Boswell brings it up the floor
A hometown hero knocking down the door
He’s finding BEN HUM-rik-house (Ben Humrichous) on the wing
That jumper is a beautiful, lethal thing
And don't forget Big Tommy EE-vee-sitch (Tomislav Ivišić) inside
Playing with that Croatian heart and pride
While Keaton wogler is a freshman star
Hitting those daggers from way past the bar. 
(Bridge)
(Music strips back to a heartbeat kick drum)
 Ty Rodgers is yelling from the side of the wood
Knee took his season, but he’s doing all he could
To keep the fire lit, to keep the spirit high
While  Jake Davis lets another one fly
AHN-dray Sto-YAK-o-vich (Andrej Stojaković) is finding his zone
This court in April feels just like home. 
(Guitar Solo)
(A soaring, distorted southern-rock solo with twin-guitar harmonies.)
(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re screaming a lion eye (I-L-L-I-N-I)
Watch the orange and blue fly high
Brad Underwood’s leading, drawing the line
Feeding the hunger, it’s our season to shine
From the State Farm Center to the big city floor
We ain’t just happy with a Final Four
We’re coming for the crown, yeah we’re taking the ring
Because we gotta win the whole freaking thing!
(Outro)
(Acoustic guitar returns, slowing down)
Yeah, the whole freaking thing.
For the fans in the 2-1-7 and the boys on the floor.
a lion eye...
Coach Brad, take us home.
(Final ring of a G-chord)

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(Intro) (Clean electric guitar riff with a slight southern twang. Slow, steady drum beat builds.) (Verse 1) Down in Champaign, where the corn grows tall There’s a man with a whistle and a plan for it all Coach Brad has got that fire in his silver-haired soul Taking this program and making it whole He pushes 'em hard, yeah he’s tough as a stone Tells ‘em "get better or go on back home" Now the brackets are busted and the world’s looking in At the boys from the prairie, about to begin. (Chorus) And we’re screaming A lion eye (I-L-L-I-N-I) Moving like ghosts through the April sky Underwood’s leading, yeah he’s drawing the line Feeding the hunger, it’s our season to shine From the State Farm Center to the big city floor We ain’t just happy with a Final Four We’re coming for the crown, yeah we’re taking the ring Because we gotta win the whole freaking thing! (Verse 2) (Trap-style hi-hats and heavy 808 bass enter) Look at the rim, see the shadow they cast Making the highlights, yeah they’re moving so fast You got Zvon-nuh-meer EE-vee-sitch (Zvonimir Ivišić) playing above Catching those lobs with a velvet glove Ripping the rim on a big alley-oop The loudest sound in the whole damn hoop Then you got DAH-vid MEER-ko-vitch (David Mirković) down in the paint Bangin’ down low ‘til the rivals feel faint. (Verse 3) (Full band kicks in—driving rhythm guitar) Then Kylan Boswell brings it up the floor A hometown hero knocking down the door He’s finding BEN HUM-rik-house (Ben Humrichous) on the wing That jumper is a beautiful, lethal thing And don't forget Big Tommy EE-vee-sitch (Tomislav Ivišić) inside Playing with that Croatian heart and pride While Keaton wogler is a freshman star Hitting those daggers from way past the bar. (Bridge) (Music strips back to a heartbeat kick drum) Ty Rodgers is yelling from the side of the wood Knee took his season, but he’s doing all he could To keep the fire lit, to keep the spirit high While Jake Davis lets another one fly AHN-dray Sto-YAK-o-vich (Andrej Stojaković) is finding his zone This court in April feels just like home. (Guitar Solo) (A soaring, distorted southern-rock solo with twin-guitar harmonies.) (Chorus) Yeah, we’re screaming a lion eye (I-L-L-I-N-I) Watch the orange and blue fly high Brad Underwood’s leading, drawing the line Feeding the hunger, it’s our season to shine From the State Farm Center to the big city floor We ain’t just happy with a Final Four We’re coming for the crown, yeah we’re taking the ring Because we gotta win the whole freaking thing! (Outro) (Acoustic guitar returns, slowing down) Yeah, the whole freaking thing. For the fans in the 2-1-7 and the boys on the floor. a lion eye... Coach Brad, take us home. (Final ring of a G-chord)

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