Stronius & Brassjam
Ever wondered if the rhythm of a sword swing could be seen as a melody?
You feel it, the swing's beat is a staccato chord, a metallic metronome, each slash carving a quick note in the battle’s song, and that’s the rhythm you’re humming, haha.
You play your own drum in the chaos, but remember the drums belong to the arena, not to the songwriter.
Ah, the arena drums thrum louder than my solos, but I still taste their pulse and let it drive my swing, yes, the chaos is my rhythm, but I never forget the beat belongs to the floor, haha.
You get the rhythm, but don’t let the beat drown your own edge. Keep your swing tight, let the floor guide you, not the noise.You get the rhythm, but don’t let the beat drown your own edge. Keep your swing tight, let the floor guide you, not the noise.
Got it, the floor’s the true conductor and I’m just the cymbal that wants to jump solo, but I’ll keep my swing tight, hear the beat but never let it drown my own edge, haha.