Grit Chamber's Full of Reasons/Basin's Thick With Spin

[Intro: Pump starts, banjo tuning] [Spoken Male Lead] All right. One more time, then I’m done explaining. [Verse 1: Male Lead] Down beside the Wasi River, Same old pump, same old report, You call another meeting To explain the same distortion. I filed the facts in triplicate, You sent them back unsigned, Now the banjo’s got a question And it’s running out of time. [Verse 2: Male Lead] You screened out every warning, You strained the dates away, You stirred the blame through every page And called it a clean day. The grit chamber’s full of reasons, The basin’s thick with spin, I’ve got one more form to file: I’m not doing this again. [Chorus: Lead, Female Harmony, Gang] I’m tired of your shit, I said it plain, Same bad call with a brand-new name. You can stamp that page and pass the blame, But the river keeps a record all the same. I’m tired of your shit, now hear me through: I did my part; the rest is up to you. [Verse 3: Male Lead] There’s a model in the pump house, There’s a person at the gate, One can make a thousand answers, One can tell you when they’re late. You keep asking for a version Where the numbers all agree, I keep pointing at the red line. You keep pointing back at me. [Spoken Female Lead] Are you submitting another revision? [Spoken Male Lead] No. [Spoken Female Lead] A clarification? [Spoken Male Lead] Also no. [Banjo Break] [Verse 4: Male Lead] In the secondary clarifier, Let the polished story sink, Keep the numbers on the record, Keep the signature in ink. Disinfect the room with jargon, Call the warning overblown, When the pressure gauge is screaming, You can’t blame the dial alone. [Bridge: Male Lead, Soft Female Harmony] I’ve hauled the weight of silence Past the mill and through the cold, Kept the radio beside me, Kept the answer short and bold. There’s a line between the job done And the mess you make me own; I can carry what is mine, but I won’t carry what you’ve thrown. [Alarm Buzzer] [Spoken Male Lead] Patience depleted. Auxiliary mandolin, now. [Frantic Mandolin Solo] [Verse 5: Male Lead] The dashboard’s glowing green, Though the pressure gauge is red, You’ve approved another summary Of the thing we never said. I won’t dress it up in footnotes, I won’t soften what is true, If you need a clean conclusion, You can write the next one too. [Breakdown: Gang Shouts] Who signed off? Not me! Who saw the gauge? We did! Who owns the fix? You do! Then do it! [Final Chorus: Gang Vocals] I’m tired of your shit, I said it plain, Same bad call with a brand-new name. You can stamp that page and pass the blame, But the river keeps a record all the same. I’m tired of your shit, now hear me through: I did my part; the rest is up to you. [Outro] [Spoken Female Lead] Are we reopening the report? [Spoken Male Lead] No. We’re closing the meeting. [Spoken Gang Vocals] Action item: fix the thing. [Hard Stop]