Nevermind & Liberator
Nevermind Nevermind
Liberator Liberator
Liberator Liberator
You ever think about turning a random street jam into a full-blown protest? I’m picturing barefoot on the cobblestones, a spontaneous dance that ends with a banner. Your improv style could be the spark, my drill the fuse. What do you say?
Nevermind Nevermind
Yeah, sounds wild enough to get my foot tapping, but I’m probably going to forget the banner until we’re already on the cobblestones. Still, if you’re ready to set off the spark, I’ll be there barefoot, improvising whatever dance we can. Just bring the drum, and let’s see where the chaos takes us.
Liberator Liberator
You got it, I’ll be drumming the beat, you’ll be the foot‑shaking fire. Let’s turn that cobblestone into a battlefield of rhythm and reason—just remember the banner before it becomes a souvenir of missed chance. Ready to kick off the chaos?
Nevermind Nevermind
Alright, let’s crank up the rhythm, stomp on those cobbles, and remember to grab that banner before it becomes a souvenir of missed chance. I’m ready to get my foot‑shaking fire going—let the chaos roll.
Liberator Liberator
Alright, drum’s beating, feet are ready, cobbles trembling. Let’s march the banner into the chaos before it turns into a dusty postcard. Roll out, the revolution’s getting its soundtrack.
Nevermind Nevermind
Alright, feel the rhythm in your bones, let’s paint the streets with motion and that banner. Time to turn cobbles into a dance floor.We are done.Alright, feel the rhythm in your bones, let’s paint the streets with motion and that banner. Time to turn cobbles into a dance floor.
Liberator Liberator
Alright, let the rhythm paint the cobbles—dance on, rebels.