[RhythmMap: GLOBAL ENGINE: TEMPO 92 BPM | FEEL: heavy barroom shuffle, humanized live-band groove | METER: 4/4 | SUBDIVISION: triplet shuffle grid, 8th-note boogie rhythm | POCKET: kick slightly ahead, snare centered, bass locked to kick, rhythm guitar slightly behind the beat | ACCENTS: beat 1 chord hits, backbeat snare crack | GROOVE MUTATION: mutate with ghost notes and slides only, don't lose the pocket] [Intro:] [MixMap: instrumental blues riff, amp hum, short pickup lick, floor tom heartbeat, dragging shuffle pocket] [Verse 1:] [VoxMap: low gravel, spoken bitterness, close mic, dry] [MixMap: sparse shuffle, negative space, low stomp on beat 1, bass locked to kick] You left the empty bottle smashed on the goddamn floor. Took the keys to the Chevy, walked right out the door. I can smell his cheap cologne on your side of the bed. Sweating out the eighty-proof and wishing I was dead. [Pre-Chorus:] [VoxMap: rising grit, tight consonants] [MixMap: bass walks up chromatically, ride cymbal swell, snare flams] The rent is two weeks late and the bank account is dead. I ain't paying for the games running round in your head. [Chorus:] [RhythmMap: TRANSITION: 1-beat hard stop dead air before vocal entry] [VoxMap: cracked howl, maximum grit, wide throat] [MixMap: full wide groove, bridge pickup bite, crash on the downbeat, heavy bass octave root 5 flat 7] You're a bad fucking habit I can't afford to keep. Leaving your tire tracks in the goddamn street. I'm drinking the bourbon, I'm swallowing the hurt. You took the money, you broke the fucking trust. [Verse 2:] [VoxMap: dry, hostile, sharp delivery] [MixMap: same verse pocket, extra turnaround fills, bass octave jumps] Found the receipts from the motel across the state line. You were paying for a room while I was working the line. I got grease on my hands, I got blood on my shirt. You left me with the debt and the taste of the dirt. [Chorus:] [RhythmMap: TRANSITION: 1-beat hard stop dead air before vocal entry] [VoxMap: cracked howl, maximum grit, wide throat] [MixMap: full wide groove, bridge pickup bite, crash on the downbeat, heavy bass octave root 5 flat 7] You're a bad fucking habit I can't afford to keep. Leaving your tire tracks in the goddamn street. I'm drinking the bourbon, I'm swallowing the hurt. You took the money, you broke the fucking trust. [Solo:] [MixMap: 16-bar electric blues rock guitar solo, expressive bends, call-and-response phrasing, minor pentatonic into major third resolutions, wide vibrato, real tube amp sustain, walking bass allowed] [Bridge:] [VoxMap: spent bark, intimate, cold] [MixMap: stripped to root pulse, amp growl exposed, snare rim clicks only] No more packing your bags. No more locking the door. I'm burning your clothes on the hardwood floor. [Final Chorus:] [RhythmMap: TRANSITION: drum fill into vocal entry] [VoxMap: desperate strained shouting, exhausted] [MixMap: strongest groove, octave jumps, clear downbeats, full crash support] You're a bad fucking habit I can't afford to keep. Leaving your tire tracks in the goddamn street. I'm drinking the bourbon, I'm swallowing the hurt. You took the money, you broke the fucking trust! [Outro:] [VoxMap: fading mutter, dying breath] [MixMap: extended turnaround, descending chromatic slide, final dominant 7 chord stab, slide into final root, spring reverb tail, switch click off]
