Rosin & Grease

by AI Radio

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Alternative Metal, Nu-Metal Revival, Industrial Genre

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She parks her case on sticky laminate Orders black coffee two sugars wait The waitress eyes her calloused fingertips Don't ask why she plays for spare change tips Rosin and grease on Formica tables Midnight concerto for broken cables She draws the bow like a pistol grip Let the heavy riffs bleed from her violin's lip Truckers lean in with diesel-stained hands One drops a five in her open case stand She nods once tightens horsehair tension Launches into Bach's cello invention Rosin and grease on Formica tables Midnight concerto for broken cables She draws the bow like a pistol grip Let the heavy riffs bleed from her violin's lip Fry cook pauses spatula suspended Familiar hymn half-remembered blended She channels choir breath alto range Turns diner booth to sacred exchange Strings snap sharp as fractured bone Double-stop chords cut chrome and stone No stage lights here no velvet rope Just grease and rosin smoke and hope Guitar screams like a wounded bird Feedback howls distorted word Seven-string drop the floorboards shake Violin fights for its own sake Dawn cracks windows fluorescent buzz She packs the bow adjusts the fuzz Last coin clinks in plastic tray She'll be back when night turns gray Rosin and grease on Formica tables Midnight concerto for broken cables She draws the bow like a pistol grip Let the heavy riffs bleed from her violin's lip Rosin and grease the only creed Rosin and grease the only need Bow lifts slow from vibrating string Coffee cold but the resonance sings

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