[addition prompts redacted] [Use convolution reverb with “empty room impulse responses”] Early morning cracks to life, Smoke rolls up, the sky’s alive. Turbo sings, old Perkins growls, No mistaking that engine’s howl. The yellow beast begins to swing, Diggin’ deep, hear metal ring. [Machine chants 1/16th intervals] Brøyt — Jæren’s pride, the finest thing, See the driver laugh and sing: Brøyt! Brøyt! Brøyt is the best! Diesel and oil beat in my chest. When that shovel bites the ground, Hear that turbo’s holy sound. [Distorted, resonant sub pulse that modulates in and out of phase with the melody] Brøyt! Brøyt! Brøyt is the best — My Brøyt, I love you best! Feel the power, the dirt takes flight, Smoke and fire in the morning light. When the fumes reach heaven’s door, That’s my Brøyt — can’t ask for more. [Metallic arps + distorted digital choirs filtered through bitcrushers at variable depths] Turbo screams, the pistons sing, Feels like angels on the wing. No machine can pass this test — The Brøyt still beats the rest. Brøyt! Brøyt! Brøyt is the best! Diesel and oil beat in my chest. When that shovel bites the ground, Hear that turbo’s holy sound. Brøyt! Brøyt! Brøyt is the best — My Brøyt, I love you best! Now the sun is settin’ slow, Shadow long, that engine’s glow. Work is done, the day’s been blessed — Brøyt did its job, and did it best. Brøyt! Brøyt! Brøyt is the best! Raise your glass, forget the rest. The key turns off, the beast takes rest — Brøyt was the best — now the driver’s off to fest!
