Plate Wait

Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, 140 BPM kitchen-punk energy, rapid kick, trash snare, bent guitars, buzzing bass, jawbreaking shouted chorus, loud laugh energy, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

V6-MINI

[Hook: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, loud, jawbreaking, shouted]
No laugh, no plate, that is the rule
Kitchen holds the dinner till the room acts a fool
My exile is a job now, my volume is a tool
No laugh, no plate, that is the rule

[Verse 2: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, faster]
Word got round the line cooks like a rumor with a beat
If the big laugh is missing, do not send out the meat
Quiet Tuesday hit us and the tickets started stacking
Runner looked at me desperate like the night was attacking
I had nothing funny in me, just a water and a frown
So they drafted the pot scrubber, funniest man in town

[Bridge: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, joke runner, rapid kick slams]
He ran out with a joke that should be illegal in a state
I detonated laughing, trash snare sealed its fate
Tickets flew the window, plates hit the pass in time
My laugh cleared the board like a clock that had to climb

[Verse 3: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, proud loud]
They tried to move me front once, cushioned chair and softer light
Food came out slower and the sauces were less right
Put me back beside the heat where the truth has a sound
Some people tip in money, I tip in shaking the ground

[Verse 4: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, loud]
Hostess still seats me by the heat and the steel
Chef still waits on my bark before he makes the meal
Some tips are money, some tips are a sound
Mine clears the tickets when the night comes down

[Outro: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, laughing, trash snare rings out and fades]
Order up
I got you

[End]

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[Verse 1: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, shouted, bent guitars] Hostess saw me coming and she pointed to the back Said the dining room is fragile and my laugh is an attack I sat beside the ticket wheel where the heat comes in waves Watching plates go flying like a kitchen full of knaves Then a joke hit sideways and I barked it at the tile Chef stuck his head out grinning like he had waited a while Said do that again when the risotto feels unsure I said I am not a metronome, he said you are the cure [Hook: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, loud, jawbreaking, shouted] No laugh, no plate, that is the rule Kitchen holds the dinner till the room acts a fool My exile is a job now, my volume is a tool No laugh, no plate, that is the rule [Verse 2: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, faster] Word got round the line cooks like a rumor with a beat If the big laugh is missing, do not send out the meat Quiet Tuesday hit us and the tickets started stacking Runner looked at me desperate like the night was attacking I had nothing funny in me, just a water and a frown So they drafted the pot scrubber, funniest man in town [Bridge: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, joke runner, rapid kick slams] He ran out with a joke that should be illegal in a state I detonated laughing, trash snare sealed its fate Tickets flew the window, plates hit the pass in time My laugh cleared the board like a clock that had to climb [Verse 3: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, proud loud] They tried to move me front once, cushioned chair and softer light Food came out slower and the sauces were less right Put me back beside the heat where the truth has a sound Some people tip in money, I tip in shaking the ground [Hook: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, loud, jawbreaking, shouted] No laugh, no plate, that is the rule Kitchen holds the dinner till the room acts a fool My exile is a job now, my volume is a tool No laugh, no plate, that is the rule [Verse 4: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, jawbreaking, loud] Hostess still seats me by the heat and the steel Chef still waits on my bark before he makes the meal Some tips are money, some tips are a sound Mine clears the tickets when the night comes down [Outro: Jawbreaking punchline male rock singer, laughing, trash snare rings out and fades] Order up I got you [End]

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