Verso Ink

Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, 140 BPM copy-shop punk, racing kick, trash snare, jagged guitars, thick bass, jackknifing loud hooks, ‑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, ‑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, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

V6-MINI

[Verse 2: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, jackknifing, faster]
Manager found a copy when the sun came mean
Asked me if the march was also my leaving scene
I said yes, the shop was kind, the hours made me small
Jackknifing out of comfort is a crooked kind of tall
We stamped the stacks anyway and tied them with a band
My last name on the verso like a stubborn little brand
People on the corner flipped the page and laughed aloud
Said the clerk got braver than the slogans in the crowd

[Hook: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, shouted, jackknifing, loud]
Verso ink, my exit on the other side
Crowd will read my leaving while they read the pride
If the truth shows through the paper when they lift
Let them know the clerk got honest with the gift

[Bridge: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, verso ink, jackknifing, shouted]
Verso ink, wet and bold
Two truths in a paper fold
Front says stand together now
Back says I am leaving, somehow

[Verse 3: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, jackknifing, final]
I clocked out with toner fingerprints across my wrist
Resignation public as a sunburn in the mist
Some quits are quiet letters, some are printed wide
Mine rode every flyer to the other side
I left the apron folded on the counter by the till
Jackknifing free felt dangerous and real and still

[Outro: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, shouted laugh, roller whir rings out and fades]
Verso ink, still drying
Tell the shop the night shift ends here

[End]

2208/7500

[Verse 1: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, jackknifing, shouted] Night shift copy shop, toner in my hair Protest stack on the glass, deadline in the air I hit print on righteous ink until the trays were fat Left my resignation letter under the welcome mat Of the file named final, draft, do not send yet Machine ate both and married them without regret Every flyer for the march had my goodbye on the back Verso ink turning a march into my unpack [Verse 2: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, jackknifing, faster] Manager found a copy when the sun came mean Asked me if the march was also my leaving scene I said yes, the shop was kind, the hours made me small Jackknifing out of comfort is a crooked kind of tall We stamped the stacks anyway and tied them with a band My last name on the verso like a stubborn little brand People on the corner flipped the page and laughed aloud Said the clerk got braver than the slogans in the crowd [Hook: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, shouted, jackknifing, loud] Verso ink, my exit on the other side Crowd will read my leaving while they read the pride If the truth shows through the paper when they lift Let them know the clerk got honest with the gift [Bridge: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, verso ink, jackknifing, shouted] Verso ink, wet and bold Two truths in a paper fold Front says stand together now Back says I am leaving, somehow [Verse 3: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, jackknifing, final] I clocked out with toner fingerprints across my wrist Resignation public as a sunburn in the mist Some quits are quiet letters, some are printed wide Mine rode every flyer to the other side I left the apron folded on the counter by the till Jackknifing free felt dangerous and real and still [Hook: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, shouted, jackknifing, loud] Verso ink, my exit on the other side Crowd will read my leaving while they read the pride If the truth shows through the paper when they lift Let them know the clerk got honest with the gift [Outro: Jackknifing scrapyard male rock singer, shouted laugh, roller whir rings out and fades] Verso ink, still drying Tell the shop the night shift ends here [End]

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