Ring Runners

[128 BPM | F minor | 4/4 | Smooth, clean mid-register male vocals, relaxed melodic delivery | Bouncy FM synth plucks, funky organ stabs, warm electric piano | ª = muted wah-guitar, never vocals] [INTRO - tape hiss, lo-fi drum loop, warm electric piano] [Full MASTA signature; dry muted wah guitar] ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ª ªªª ª ªªª [Rubbery FM synth plucks; sub-bass rises beneath rattling orbital debris] (uh uh uh uh) [Male, smooth conversational voice, playful] Nice view. Shame about the speed limit. [One playful bike-horn stab] (Yeah!) [VERSE 1 - tight kick, dirty bass creeping in, soft melodic male] Out of the gate, onto the rim, Whole planet turning under our skin. Left at the moon, right at the dust, One more curve and the engines blush. No white lines, no solid ground, Only that kick going round and round. [Bright syncopated synth plucks answer the last two lines] [PRE-CHORUS - kick pulls back, warm organ chords, filter opens] Hold that line, hold that line, One more bend and we're out of time. Lean in close, lean in low, When I say run, let the bassline go. [DROP 1 / HOOK - huge dirty bass house groove, smooth layered male chants] Ring runners! Ring runners! Cut the curve, ride the rim. Ring runners! Ring runners! Let the gravity give in. Round and round, don't slow down, Low and loud, we own this sound. Ring runners! Ring runners! Catch us if you can. [POST-HOOK - light vocoder call-and-response, funky organ stabs] (Run the ring!) Round we go. (Run the ring!) Down below. (Run the ring!) Feel that swing. One more lap around the ring. [INSTRUMENTAL - 16 bars; growling bass, syncopated FM plucks, shuffled hats] [Playful organ riffs and glassy arpeggios bounce between the speakers] [Short bike-horn hit, then a drum-fill fakeout] [VERSE 2 - intimate, clean melodic male, bass stripped to a pulse] Dust on the glass, gold in the bend, Every straight road comes to an end. Stars in the rear, ring up ahead, Hear that synthline pulling a thread. Too close? Maybe. Too fast? Sure. That's what this ride was built for. (uh uh uh uh) [Kick doubles back; bass slides downward] [PRE-CHORUS - ascending synth arpeggios, claps widen] Hold that line, hold that line, One more bend and we're out of time. Lean in close, lean in low, When I say run, let the bassline go. [DROP 2 / HOOK - heavier sub, bright synth stabs, smooth vocal doubles] Ring runners! Ring runners! Cut the curve, ride the rim. Ring runners! Ring runners! Let the gravity give in. Round and round, don't slow down, Low and loud, we own this sound. Ring runners! Ring runners! Catch us if you can. [BREAKDOWN - vinyl rewind, kick disappears] [Vinyl Rewind Effect: ꘠꘡꘠꘡ ꘢꘣꘢꘣] [Warm Rhodes chords float over delicate glassy FM synth notes] (ahhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhh...) (ooohhhhhhhh...) [Male, soft intimate whisper] You feel that? The road just disappeared. [BUILD - pulsing sub, cascading synth plucks, snare roll] Round... Round... Round... (Run the ring!) [One full-beat silence] [FINAL DROP - 32 bars; maximum bass pressure, bouncing synth hook, funky organ chords] Ring runners! Ring runners! Cut the curve, ride the rim. Ring runners! Ring runners! Let the gravity give in. Round and round, don't slow down, Low and loud, we own this sound. Ring runners! Ring runners! Catch us if you can. (Run the ring!) Round we go. (Run the ring!) Down below. (Run the ring!) Feel that swing. One more lap around the ring. [OUTRO - drums filter away; warm electric piano and distant synth plucks] Ring runners... Round and round... (uhhh... ooooooh...) [The last kick stops; a tiny gravity-warning chirp] [Male, relaxed and almost smiling] Wait... Why aren't we falling? [Clean cut to silence]