Hellion & Brassjam
Brassjam
Hey Hellion, ever wondered how a wild riff could bend time and let us run circles around the clock? Let's spin that idea.
Hellion
Yo, imagine a riff that’s so wild it rewinds the damn clock—like a guitar that literally flips the timeline. We’d be playing around the edges of reality, bending seconds into eternity. Let’s shred that beat and break the rules of time, baby.
Brassjam
Yeah, slap that solo into a loop and watch the minutes unfurl like a ribbon, Hellion—turn the clock into a carousel and keep spinning, baby.
Hellion
Right, let’s crank that loop till the world stops spinning, then spin it back around like a twisted carnival ride. We'll turn time into a freakin’ playground, no rules, just pure chaos and riffs. Let's go!
Brassjam
Oh Hellion, crank that loop until the gears of fate sigh, and I’ll toss in a riff that makes the universe wobble—let's turn the world into a carnival for our sonic chaos.