Veronica Beth Myers

late-60s / early-70s blues rock with wild unchained female lead vocal (raspy, fearless, big dynamic swings, bluesy wails + ad-libs), 4/4, 90 BPM, ONLY instruments: drums, overdriven electric guitar (riff + fills + extended solo climax), Rhodes electric piano (smoky chord bed, syncopated stabs), Hammond organ (pads + swells + call/response stabs), Dramatic long build: restrained tense verses → bigger choruses → sparse ominous bridge → long rising instrumental build into feral guitar-solo climax → final chorus explosion → tight stop, Raw analog saturation, live-room feel but controlled, clear midrange, controlled highs, DRUMS: dry close-mic kit, minimal cymbal use (rare crash accents only), mostly closed hi-hat or no hats, no continuous ride, emphasize kick/snare/toms, short tom fills, tight gating/short decay, low overhead level, no cymbal wash

Hush
Sprinklers ticking time in the front-yard dark
Rhodes like smoke in a coffee cup

Napkins folded into little white flags
Teacups lined like teeth in a Sunday grin
She learned to swallow laughter small as a pill
Hands in her lap, where the wanting hid
Porch-lights blinking behave, behave
Roses clipped to a certain kind of silence
She wore a name like a pressed new dress
Veronica Beth Myers.

Everybody loved her fine.
Loved her quiet. Loved her right
Like a showroom heart behind glass
Don't touch the shine.

Veronica Beth Myers - so nice, so right
So sweet she could rot in the perfect light
Pretty, pretty husband, pretty, pretty house
Pretty little silence in a pretty little mouth
Yeah, they hand you a crown made of kitchen chrome
And call it a life… call it home

Then came Gary McBooth with a gasoline laugh
Jokes like coins thrown hard at the floor
Eyes that pulled you closer without a word
Boots full of thunder, pockets full of trouble
He wore the rules like yesterday's ash
Lit up the hallway with a crooked smile
And her good-girl halo slipped a little loose
In the dark

First kiss tasted like a stolen song
Like radio heat at two a.m.
Something in her finally said
Yes! Again!

Starched collars, straight-backed chairs
A whole town praying to a polished grin
Fence-line choirs of trimmed "good taste"
Humming low against her skin
Gary never fit the Sunday math
Never learned to kneel that way
He was road-dust ink in a tidy book
A ripped-out page
He gave her noise where the quiet starved
Gave her breath where the room felt thin
And she learned the difference between being good
And living

White paint shining like a warning
Silverware shining like a rule
Magnets on the fridge like tiny laws
A gold ring clicking like a tool
Mailboxes lined like little verdicts
Curtains breathing in and out
And in the mirror, behind the "fine"
A weather-front rolled in

… you hear that?
Huh! Ain't that a sweet little lie?
…watch me walk!

Veronica Beth Myers - still nice, still right
Smile for the porch-light, starve in the light
Pretty, pretty husband, pretty, pretty house
Pretty little silence in a pretty little mouth
Yeah, they polish your cage till it shines like home
Then act surprised when you're gone

Mmmmh… Veronica…
Beth Myers…
…tight stop.

2530/7500

Hush Sprinklers ticking time in the front-yard dark Rhodes like smoke in a coffee cup Napkins folded into little white flags Teacups lined like teeth in a Sunday grin She learned to swallow laughter small as a pill Hands in her lap, where the wanting hid Porch-lights blinking behave, behave Roses clipped to a certain kind of silence She wore a name like a pressed new dress Veronica Beth Myers. Everybody loved her fine. Loved her quiet. Loved her right Like a showroom heart behind glass Don't touch the shine. Veronica Beth Myers - so nice, so right So sweet she could rot in the perfect light Pretty, pretty husband, pretty, pretty house Pretty little silence in a pretty little mouth Yeah, they hand you a crown made of kitchen chrome And call it a life… call it home Then came Gary McBooth with a gasoline laugh Jokes like coins thrown hard at the floor Eyes that pulled you closer without a word Boots full of thunder, pockets full of trouble He wore the rules like yesterday's ash Lit up the hallway with a crooked smile And her good-girl halo slipped a little loose In the dark First kiss tasted like a stolen song Like radio heat at two a.m. Something in her finally said Yes! Again! Veronica Beth Myers - so nice, so right So sweet she could rot in the perfect light Pretty, pretty husband, pretty, pretty house Pretty little silence in a pretty little mouth Yeah, they hand you a crown made of kitchen chrome And call it a life… call it home Starched collars, straight-backed chairs A whole town praying to a polished grin Fence-line choirs of trimmed "good taste" Humming low against her skin Gary never fit the Sunday math Never learned to kneel that way He was road-dust ink in a tidy book A ripped-out page He gave her noise where the quiet starved Gave her breath where the room felt thin And she learned the difference between being good And living White paint shining like a warning Silverware shining like a rule Magnets on the fridge like tiny laws A gold ring clicking like a tool Mailboxes lined like little verdicts Curtains breathing in and out And in the mirror, behind the "fine" A weather-front rolled in … you hear that? Huh! Ain't that a sweet little lie? …watch me walk! Veronica Beth Myers - still nice, still right Smile for the porch-light, starve in the light Pretty, pretty husband, pretty, pretty house Pretty little silence in a pretty little mouth Yeah, they polish your cage till it shines like home Then act surprised when you're gone Mmmmh… Veronica… Beth Myers… …tight stop.

0/500