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What He's Having

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, 126 BPM arena rock, big kick drum, thunder toms, crashing cymbals, string section, crunching guitars, vowing belted chorus, loud, ‑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, ‑punk, ‑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, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal
V6

[Verse 1: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, loud, thunder toms and strings] Born in a house where the paper only went to start the fire Left school at eleven for the work and for the wire Learned to read a face instead and learned to read a room Learned to say I left my glasses, learned to say I'll get to it soon Signed my name with a big X and the clerk would never ask Every form was a trapdoor and every menu was a mask Thirty years in the same booth at Rosa's on the square Rosa brought the coffee and I'd point at whoever's there [Chorus: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, belted, full band] What he's having, that's all I ever said Fifty years of pointing at the man ahead Smiled like I knew it, never knew a line Now the whole page is mine [Verse 2: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, harder] Then my grandson brought a picture book and climbed up on my knee Said Pop, read me the dog one, and the whole room fell on me Said I'm tired, buddy, later, and I watched his little face Fall the way mine fell at school in that same old place Next night I walked to the library in my Sunday shoes Told the woman at the desk I got nothing left to lose She sat me with a teacher, Mrs. Hale, a patient one Tuesday, Thursday, eighteen months, till the letters came undone [Chorus: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, belted, full band] What he's having, that's all I ever said Fifty years of pointing at the man ahead Smiled like I knew it, never knew a line Now the whole page is mine [Bridge: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, toms rolling, strings climbing] C, A, T, and I was sweating like a mule D, O, G, fifty years and back in school Spelled it slow and spelled it loud Read the dog one to my grandson, read it proud [Verse 3: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, menu out loud, vowing, the band holds one chord then crashes in] Back at Rosa's, same old booth, and Rosa grabbing for her pad Man beside me orders and she looks at me like, same as that I said no ma'am, hand me that, and I opened it up wide Ran my finger down the page with fifty years inside Slow roasted brisket hash and two eggs over easy Green chile on the side and a biscuit, Rosa, please, see Rosa put her pencil down and the whole place didn't breathe I read it every word and I read it like a king [Chorus: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, belted, full band and strings] What he's having, that's all I ever said Fifty years of pointing at the man ahead Smiled like I knew it, never knew a line Now the whole page is mine [Outro: Broad-shouldered vowing male vocalist, vowing, strings ring out and fade] What I'm having Read it back to me [End]