THE RABBIT HOLE GOES WAY DEEPER THAN JUST

hansschwarzbach70

Outlaw country, Southern hard rock, jump-swing

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(Intro — resonator guitar | upright bass | barroom piano | muted trumpet)

(Southern male — weathered drawl)
I can fix stupid, but—

(STOP-TIME)

(Cajun female — deadpan)
You charging by the hour?

(Trombone stab)

(Southern male)
Depends how deep we gotta dig.

(Irish male — amused)
You'll need a bigger shovel.

(Scottish female — dry)
And possibly a priest.

(Baritone sax growl)

(Verse 1 — outlaw groove | slide guitar | jump-swing drums)

(Southern male)
Wisdom's been chasing you, but—

(Irish male)
Lost your trail three towns ago.

(Cajun female)
Common sense came looking too—

(Scottish female)
Saw the place and headed home.

(Trumpet stab | fiddle answer)

(Southern male)
Momma didn't raise no quitter, but—

(Cajun female)
She raised one hell of a learner.

(Irish male)
Mostly through consequences.

(Scottish female)
Repeated consequences.

(Fiddle run | sax answers)

(Pre-Chorus — banjo | walking bass | brass punches)

(Southern male)
They say learn from your mistakes, but—

(Cajun female)
Some lessons need repeating.

(Irish male)
Once for education—

(Scottish female)
Twice for confirmation.

(All)
Three times?

(STOP-TIME)

(Scottish female)
That's a hobby.

(Brass HIT)

(Chorus — Southern hard rock | heavy drums | guitar | brass | fiddle)

(All)
Down we go where good sense fears to follow,
Past bad ideas and borrowed advice,
Every little truth gets harder to swallow
When experience starts naming the price.

(Southern male)
You thought stupid was the bottom?

(Cajun female)
Darlin'... bless your heart.

(STOP-TIME)

(All — explosive)
THE RABBIT HOLE GOES WAY DEEPER THAN JUST STUPID!

(Trumpet scream | fiddle and guitar rip)

(Verse 2 — faster outlaw jump-swing | piano | banjo)

(Irish male)
Look before you leap, but—

(Scottish female)
Sometimes you've already jumped.

(Cajun female)
When one door closes—

(Southern male)
Check who changed the locks.

(Irish male)
If at first you don't succeed—

(Scottish female)
Review the evidence.

(Southern male)
Then try again?

(STOP-TIME)

(Scottish female)
I said review it.

(Sax growl)

(Cajun female)
You can lead a horse to water, but—

(Irish male)
Ours found the bar.

(Southern male)
That's not how that saying goes.

(Irish male)
Horse ain't complaining.

(Fiddle vs trumpet break)

(Bridge — smoky speakeasy | walking bass | muted trumpet)

(Cajun female — sincere)
They say time heals everything, but—
Some scars just learn your name.

(Southern male)
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but—
Sometimes stronger ain't the same.

(Scottish female)
Every cloud has a silver lining, but—
Lightning still strikes through silver.

(Irish male)
And every fool eventually gets wise—

(Silence)

(Scottish female)
Let's not make promises.

(Irish male)
Fair enough.

(Descent — tempo rising | fiddle vs guitar | sax | Asian strings/percussion | dark 808)

(Cajun female — rapid scat)
Ba-da-dum, ba-da-dee,
Trouble keeps good company—

(Irish male)
Round and round and down we go—

(Glitch chop)
But—but—but—but—

(Southern male)
Hold on—

(Viking war drums enter)

(Southern male)
Who invited the drums?

(Scottish female)
Probably the horse.

(STOP-TIME | baritone sax)

(Irish male)
Good horse.

(FULL BAND ERUPTS)

(All)
Down we go where good sense fears to follow,
Past every warning nailed to the wall,
We came for answers we could borrow—
Found out nobody knows much at all.

(Cajun female)
Wisdom came knocking—

(Irish male)
We weren't home!

(Scottish female)
Common sense called—

(Southern male)
Disconnected the phone!

(All)
Momma didn't raise no quitter,
Life didn't raise no saint,
We've learned enough to know by now
We probably know what ain't!

(Fiddle vs guitar | banjo vs sax | trumpet | war drums)

(COMPLETE SILENCE)

(Southern male — deadpan)
I can fix stupid, but...

(Scottish female)
Can you?

(Pause)

(Southern male)
Nope.

(Sour piano chord)

(Cajun female)
Told you.

(Irish male)
So what'd we learn?

(Long silence)

(Southern male — slow)
The rabbit hole goes way deeper than just stupid.

(One beat)

(FULL BAND CRASH)

(All)
WAY DEEPER!

(Glitch — deeper—deeper—deep)

(STOP-TIME)

(Scottish female — deadpan)
We're gonna need that priest.

(Final piano slam | muted trumpet)

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(Intro — resonator guitar | upright bass | barroom piano | muted trumpet) (Southern male — weathered drawl) I can fix stupid, but— (STOP-TIME) (Cajun female — deadpan) You charging by the hour? (Trombone stab) (Southern male) Depends how deep we gotta dig. (Irish male — amused) You'll need a bigger shovel. (Scottish female — dry) And possibly a priest. (Baritone sax growl) (Verse 1 — outlaw groove | slide guitar | jump-swing drums) (Southern male) Wisdom's been chasing you, but— (Irish male) Lost your trail three towns ago. (Cajun female) Common sense came looking too— (Scottish female) Saw the place and headed home. (Trumpet stab | fiddle answer) (Southern male) Momma didn't raise no quitter, but— (Cajun female) She raised one hell of a learner. (Irish male) Mostly through consequences. (Scottish female) Repeated consequences. (Fiddle run | sax answers) (Pre-Chorus — banjo | walking bass | brass punches) (Southern male) They say learn from your mistakes, but— (Cajun female) Some lessons need repeating. (Irish male) Once for education— (Scottish female) Twice for confirmation. (All) Three times? (STOP-TIME) (Scottish female) That's a hobby. (Brass HIT) (Chorus — Southern hard rock | heavy drums | guitar | brass | fiddle) (All) Down we go where good sense fears to follow, Past bad ideas and borrowed advice, Every little truth gets harder to swallow When experience starts naming the price. (Southern male) You thought stupid was the bottom? (Cajun female) Darlin'... bless your heart. (STOP-TIME) (All — explosive) THE RABBIT HOLE GOES WAY DEEPER THAN JUST STUPID! (Trumpet scream | fiddle and guitar rip) (Verse 2 — faster outlaw jump-swing | piano | banjo) (Irish male) Look before you leap, but— (Scottish female) Sometimes you've already jumped. (Cajun female) When one door closes— (Southern male) Check who changed the locks. (Irish male) If at first you don't succeed— (Scottish female) Review the evidence. (Southern male) Then try again? (STOP-TIME) (Scottish female) I said review it. (Sax growl) (Cajun female) You can lead a horse to water, but— (Irish male) Ours found the bar. (Southern male) That's not how that saying goes. (Irish male) Horse ain't complaining. (Fiddle vs trumpet break) (Bridge — smoky speakeasy | walking bass | muted trumpet) (Cajun female — sincere) They say time heals everything, but— Some scars just learn your name. (Southern male) What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but— Sometimes stronger ain't the same. (Scottish female) Every cloud has a silver lining, but— Lightning still strikes through silver. (Irish male) And every fool eventually gets wise— (Silence) (Scottish female) Let's not make promises. (Irish male) Fair enough. (Descent — tempo rising | fiddle vs guitar | sax | Asian strings/percussion | dark 808) (Cajun female — rapid scat) Ba-da-dum, ba-da-dee, Trouble keeps good company— (Irish male) Round and round and down we go— (Glitch chop) But—but—but—but— (Southern male) Hold on— (Viking war drums enter) (Southern male) Who invited the drums? (Scottish female) Probably the horse. (STOP-TIME | baritone sax) (Irish male) Good horse. (FULL BAND ERUPTS) (Final Chorus — hard rock | jump-swing brass | bluegrass | trap | Asian percussion | Viking drums) (All) Down we go where good sense fears to follow, Past every warning nailed to the wall, We came for answers we could borrow— Found out nobody knows much at all. (Cajun female) Wisdom came knocking— (Irish male) We weren't home! (Scottish female) Common sense called— (Southern male) Disconnected the phone! (All) Momma didn't raise no quitter, Life didn't raise no saint, We've learned enough to know by now We probably know what ain't! (Fiddle vs guitar | banjo vs sax | trumpet | war drums) (COMPLETE SILENCE) (Southern male — deadpan) I can fix stupid, but... (Scottish female) Can you? (Pause) (Southern male) Nope. (Sour piano chord) (Cajun female) Told you. (Irish male) So what'd we learn? (Long silence) (Southern male — slow) The rabbit hole goes way deeper than just stupid. (One beat) (FULL BAND CRASH) (All) WAY DEEPER! (Glitch — deeper—deeper—deep) (STOP-TIME) (Scottish female — deadpan) We're gonna need that priest. (Final piano slam | muted trumpet)

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