Whiskey on the Breakbeat

Whiskey on the Breakbeat

@Jeronimo

Fast, grimy drum & bass groove under a dusty saloon piano and twangy slide guitar. Male vocals half-sung, half-spit, riding the syncopated bassline. Verses stay tight and percussive; chorus widens with gang shouts, claps, and a simple sing-along hook. Add harmonica riffs in the gaps and a brief filtered drum break before the final chorus for a rave-in-the saloon climax., drum and bass

32 15.01.2026
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Текст песни

[Verse 1] Swinging doors slam Boots stick to the floorboards Cards slap Cussed-out hands Smoke hangs Crooked and bored One eye on the clock One hand on my drink Your laugh cuts the talk Like a glass about to sink [Chorus] Whiskey on the breakbeat Spurs on the floor Heart hitting harder Than the kick at the core We’re riding that rush Till we’re out of control Whiskey on the breakbeat And you in my soul [Verse 2] Cowhide on the wall Barstools lean like liars You pull me through it all Past bar fights and briars You say “Take your shot” But you’re talking ’bout me Heat in this dusted spot Feels like a stampede [Chorus] [Bridge] Spin me in sawdust circles Headlights in your eyes Old world New trouble Past and future collide Bottles ring time in the rafters Floor shakes under our feet If this place comes crashing We go down with the beat [Chorus]

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