[Intro — dusty crate digging] [Vinyl crackle fades in. A raw funk drum break plays alone for a few bars — dusty, warm, real. Then the glitch takes over: the break stutters, skips like a scratched record, a single wah-guitar chop blinks in and out. Groove is already implied, dancefloor tension building.] You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out [Verse 1] [Four-on-the-floor kick enters with a deep round sub bass. Chopped slap bass notes and clavinet fragments snap into a tight funky pattern. Horn stab slices punctuate the off-beats. Every glitch edit — stutters, gate chops, micro-repeats — lands exactly on the grid. Minimal, punchy, head-nodding.] Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) [vocal ad-libs: Hey, hey, hey] [Chorus] [[Drop 1 — full glitch-funk hook. The main hook arrives: a catchy phrase built from rearranged wah-guitar licks and Rhodes chord slices, answered by punchy horn stabs. Drums at full energy but never crowded — kick, clap, sparse hats. Beat-repeat effects slice the hook playfully at phrase endings. Pure dancefloor bounce with vintage funk soul.)] You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out [Chop Solo — the sampler shows off. Drums thin out to kick and sub. The instrumental chops take the spotlight: clavinet notes fired in syncopated bursts, guitar licks pitched up and down, a horn stab stretched and snapped back. Vinyl skips and tape-stop hiccups used as rhythmic jokes. Every edit funky and intentional, conversation between machine and groove.] (Ooh-oh yeah) (Ooh-oh yeah) [Breakdown — slow motion funk. The beat drops away. One warm Rhodes chord loop remains, half-speed and dusty, with soft vinyl crackle and a lazy sub pulse. A single guitar chop echoes in the distance, slowly filtered. The dancefloor breathes. Time stretches like melting tape — smooth, not chaotic.] You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out [Chorus] [[Drop 1 — full glitch-funk hook. The main hook arrives: a catchy phrase built from rearranged wah-guitar licks and Rhodes chord slices, answered by punchy horn stabs. Drums at full energy but never crowded — kick, clap, sparse hats. Beat-repeat effects slice the hook playfully at phrase endings. Pure dancefloor bounce with vintage funk soul.)] Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) Hey, hey, hey (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher I'm in orbit now Never touch down (oh-oh) You light my fire you take me higher Turn me up and work me out
