Abide

Garage rock and alternative metal, stubborn 66 BPM half-time stomp; crash cymbal swells, harmonica drone, modal overdriven guitar, fuzz bass, asymmetrical riff turns; male deep bass-baritone in the user's own recorded voice, dry conversational verses, rough emphatic choruses, sparse gang responses; spring reverb decay, natural room bleed, dragged backbeats, tube saturation, amp hiss, feedback tails, tape-worn mix, ‑Exclude glossy pop production, ‑polished pop-rock sheen, ‑power-pop lift, ‑arena-rock grandeur, ‑symphonic metal scale, ‑orchestral scoring, ‑electronic dance textures, ‑synth-forward layers, ‑trap percussion, ‑rap cadences, ‑funk bounce, ‑disco pulse, ‑punk velocity, ‑metalcore formulas, ‑death-metal extremity, ‑djent precision, ‑industrial programming, ‑trailer swells, ‑shoegaze wash, ‑dream-pop softness, ‑country twang, ‑blues shuffle, ‑jazz harmony, ‑gospel choir lift, ‑prog-rock virtuosity, ‑hair-metal gloss, ‑nu-metal bounce, ‑emo melodrama, ‑pop-punk brightness, ‑psychedelic drift, ‑ambient beds, ‑lo-fi haze, ‑quantized timing, ‑pristine vocal tuning, ‑stacked pop harmonies, ‑synthetic sub drops, ‑four-on-the-floor drive, ‑glossy widening, ‑clean guitar sparkle, ‑ornate solos, ‑sentimental piano, ‑strings, ‑brass fanfares, ‑or any production that weakens raw two-chord tension, ‑half-time weight, ‑live-room bleed, ‑bass-baritone authority, ‑fuzz abrasion, ‑abrupt jam violence, ‑and dry comic restraint

One hand open, one hand makes a fist,
Some things you forgive, some things you resist.
I ain't much for knowing which one it should be—
I got the Dude and Walter living in me.

[Chorus 1, Heavy half-time backbeat, sustained two-chord vamp; Bass-baritone lift, live-room bleed]
Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.”
Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.”
One says the water knows where it ought to be,
One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree.
I ain't looking for a winner,
Ain't choosing enemies—
Just trying to keep some daylight
Between the Dude and Walter in me.

[Verse 2, Jagged riff accents, uneven bar extension; Conversational low vocal, fuzz-bass push]
Man at the counter shorted me a dime,
Walter said, “Principle!” Dude said, “Waste of time.”
I stood there staring while the whole thing spun—
Sometimes knowing better don't tell you which one's won.

Then I saw a big man leaning on the small,
Dude went quiet—Walter stood up tall.
Funny how the thunder sounds different when
You're raising hell for somebody else instead.

[Chorus 2, Half-time stomp, chordal sustain; Roughened bass-baritone, gang-response edges]
Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.”
Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.”
One says the water knows where it ought to be,
One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree.
Peace needs a little thunder,
Thunder needs some sea—
And somewhere in the middle
There's a poor Donnie trying to be.

[Verse 3, Two-chord grind, displaced snare accents; Close-mic baritone, saturated guitars]
Walter keeps a ledger of the wrongs we've known,
Dude says, “Carry that and you'll carry it alone.”
Walter says, “A line ain't a line if you bend.”
Dude says, “A road ain't a road if it never turns, friend.”

Well, I reckon they're both right half of the time,
That's enough truth to make a good man blind.
One keeps the fire, one carries the rain—
Me, I keep rolling that ball down the lane.

[Break, Abrupt jam section, asymmetric riff cycle; Gang vocal, room-mic overload]
Roll on down, roll on down,
Pins gonna scatter when the truth comes round.
Some fall easy, some stand tall—
You don't always need to knock down them all.

[Verse 4, Restrained vamp, dragged half-time pocket; Low intimate vocal, spring-reverb guitar]
Night came crawling like an old black cat,
Walter still arguing 'bout this and that.
Dude found a chair and loosened his shoes,
I sat between 'em with nothing to prove.

Maybe peace ain't quiet, maybe peace ain't still,
Maybe it's knowing when you won't—and when you will.
Maybe the middle ain't weak or tame,
Maybe holding two fires is the whole damn game.

[Bridge, Dynamic contraction, suspended riff tension; Bare bass-baritone, amp hiss and feedback]
When the Dude gets too quiet, Walter makes me stand,
When Walter starts swinging, Dude unclenches my hand.
One says, “Nothing lasts.” One says, “Remember.”
One cool as water, one hot as December.

I don't need heaven to settle the score,
Don't need an answer nailed over the door.
Give me a good lane, give me good company,
And both those crazy bastards riding with me.

[Final Chorus, Maximum half-time weight, widened riff attack; Chest-driven baritone, live gang responses]
Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.”
Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.”
One says the water knows where it ought to be,
One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree.

I ain't looking for a winner,
That's not the mystery—
Peace needs a little thunder,
Thunder needs some sea.

So when the whole human comedy
Comes looking for a fight,
I'll hear old Walter's thunder,
I'll hear the Dude say, “Right.”

Then I'll take what I need from 'em,
Leave what I don't need be—
Just a Donnie down the middle
With the whole world bowling through me.

[Outro, Decaying two-chord vamp, final unresolved hit; Near-spoken baritone, feedback tail]
One hand open, one hand a fist,
Know what to hold and what to resist.
Ball keeps rolling, pins come and go—
Some days you stand.

Some days you let it roll.

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[Verse 1, Two-chord vamp, half-time drag; Dry bass-baritone, tube-amp fuzz] Sun come burning through the venetian blind, World already looking for a piece of my mind. Dude says, “Easy, let the bad thing roll,” Walter says, “Donnie, somebody dug this hole.” One hand open, one hand makes a fist, Some things you forgive, some things you resist. I ain't much for knowing which one it should be— I got the Dude and Walter living in me. [Chorus 1, Heavy half-time backbeat, sustained two-chord vamp; Bass-baritone lift, live-room bleed] Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.” Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.” One says the water knows where it ought to be, One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree. I ain't looking for a winner, Ain't choosing enemies— Just trying to keep some daylight Between the Dude and Walter in me. [Verse 2, Jagged riff accents, uneven bar extension; Conversational low vocal, fuzz-bass push] Man at the counter shorted me a dime, Walter said, “Principle!” Dude said, “Waste of time.” I stood there staring while the whole thing spun— Sometimes knowing better don't tell you which one's won. Then I saw a big man leaning on the small, Dude went quiet—Walter stood up tall. Funny how the thunder sounds different when You're raising hell for somebody else instead. [Chorus 2, Half-time stomp, chordal sustain; Roughened bass-baritone, gang-response edges] Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.” Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.” One says the water knows where it ought to be, One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree. Peace needs a little thunder, Thunder needs some sea— And somewhere in the middle There's a poor Donnie trying to be. [Verse 3, Two-chord grind, displaced snare accents; Close-mic baritone, saturated guitars] Walter keeps a ledger of the wrongs we've known, Dude says, “Carry that and you'll carry it alone.” Walter says, “A line ain't a line if you bend.” Dude says, “A road ain't a road if it never turns, friend.” Well, I reckon they're both right half of the time, That's enough truth to make a good man blind. One keeps the fire, one carries the rain— Me, I keep rolling that ball down the lane. [Break, Abrupt jam section, asymmetric riff cycle; Gang vocal, room-mic overload] Roll on down, roll on down, Pins gonna scatter when the truth comes round. Some fall easy, some stand tall— You don't always need to knock down them all. [Verse 4, Restrained vamp, dragged half-time pocket; Low intimate vocal, spring-reverb guitar] Night came crawling like an old black cat, Walter still arguing 'bout this and that. Dude found a chair and loosened his shoes, I sat between 'em with nothing to prove. Maybe peace ain't quiet, maybe peace ain't still, Maybe it's knowing when you won't—and when you will. Maybe the middle ain't weak or tame, Maybe holding two fires is the whole damn game. [Bridge, Dynamic contraction, suspended riff tension; Bare bass-baritone, amp hiss and feedback] When the Dude gets too quiet, Walter makes me stand, When Walter starts swinging, Dude unclenches my hand. One says, “Nothing lasts.” One says, “Remember.” One cool as water, one hot as December. I don't need heaven to settle the score, Don't need an answer nailed over the door. Give me a good lane, give me good company, And both those crazy bastards riding with me. [Final Chorus, Maximum half-time weight, widened riff attack; Chest-driven baritone, live gang responses] Dude in my left ear: “Let it roll.” Walter on the right: “Brother, take control.” One says the water knows where it ought to be, One says sometimes you gotta move the damn tree. I ain't looking for a winner, That's not the mystery— Peace needs a little thunder, Thunder needs some sea. So when the whole human comedy Comes looking for a fight, I'll hear old Walter's thunder, I'll hear the Dude say, “Right.” Then I'll take what I need from 'em, Leave what I don't need be— Just a Donnie down the middle With the whole world bowling through me. [Outro, Decaying two-chord vamp, final unresolved hit; Near-spoken baritone, feedback tail] One hand open, one hand a fist, Know what to hold and what to resist. Ball keeps rolling, pins come and go— Some days you stand. Some days you let it roll.

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