Beatline Bounce
Yeah, straight off the pads.
Turn the monitors up just a little bit.
Right there, that's the pocket.
Chop the sample on the one,
let the needle drag Dust on the fader in an old brown
bag Coffee getting cold while the kick finds space Layering the low
end, steady on the bass Every little click got a story in
the grain Pattern on the screen turning static into rain
Lock the tempo down,
let the count begin Feel the four-bar loop pulling everything in Watch
the meter rise till the red light peaks (uh-huh)
Built it from the ground with a loop and a kick Turn
a couple seconds into something that sticks
Keep the groove rolling when the tape unwinds Finding all the gold
that we left behind
(yeah,
leave it on loop)
Fingers on the pads,
sixteenths unquantized Keeping that human swing right before your eyes No polish
needed when the groove hits true Just a simple progression making old
feel new
Knock in the chest,
let the snare ring out That's what this four-track rhythm is about
Strip it to the wood,
take the rhythm away
Just the Rhodes and the bass with a little to say (hmmm)
Let it breathe for a second in the open air
Before the drop hits hard and takes us there
Built it from the ground with a loop and a kick Turn
a couple seconds into something that sticks
Keep the groove rolling when the tape unwinds Finding all the gold
that we left behind
(all that gold, yeah!)
Yeah,
leave that running.
Just like that.
Stop the tape.