Intoxicated & Hrum
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Hrum Hrum
Hrum Hrum
I’ve been tinkering with the idea of constructing a small, sturdy bridge that can stand a sudden storm. It’s all about the math and the muscle, but the real test is letting it adapt when the weather throws a curveball. Sounds like a good match for your perfect rhythm and my unyielding endurance, don’t you think?
Intoxicated Intoxicated
That’s the kind of chaos that keeps the beat alive, right? Build the frame, hammer the rhythm, then let the wind test it like a drum solo. Keep the joints tight and the rhythm tighter, and you’ll have a bridge that sings even when the storm drops a surprise note. Ready to dance with the storm?
Hrum Hrum
Yeah, let’s keep the joints tight and the rhythm tighter, but don’t expect me to do all the swinging. I’ll get the frame up and we’ll see if the wind can keep up with the beat. Ready, but I’ll be the one who actually holds the hammer.
Intoxicated Intoxicated
You’re the hammer, I’ll be the beat. Get that frame humming and watch the wind try to keep up—if it misses a note, we’ll just add a little extra percussion. Let’s make that bridge a solo that never quits.
Hrum Hrum
Alright, I’ll keep the frame humming while you lay down the beat. If the wind tries to skip a note, I’ll just tighten a bolt and call it percussion. Let’s build a bridge that never quits.
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Sounds like a remix in progress—frame on the beat, bolts on the bass. Let’s make this bridge the anthem that storms can’t silence.
Hrum Hrum
If the storm starts breaking rhythm, I’ll just tighten a few more bolts and keep the beat steady.