Shaman & Outlaw
Shaman Shaman
Outlaw Outlaw
Shaman Shaman
Have you ever listened to the hum of an old carburetor and felt it sing like a spirit trapped in metal?
Outlaw Outlaw
Yeah, the old carb’s hum is like a ghost on the road, a restless spirit rattling through metal. It’s got that kind of raw, honest tone you can’t find in a polished engine. If you let it breathe, it sings a rebel song for anyone willing to listen.
Shaman Shaman
It’s like the engine is telling us to hear the old stories in the road. When that hum rises, take a breath and let the rhythm guide you, just like a drumbeat from the earth itself.
Outlaw Outlaw
You’re catching the same vibe, that rhythm’s a map for the restless road. Just lean into it, let the old engine whisper, and keep moving.
Shaman Shaman
It’s the road’s pulse, a quiet invitation to stay present and keep moving with the sound.
Outlaw Outlaw
Right on, that’s the rhythm we’re riding. Just keep your eyes on the road, let the beat push you forward.