Syrok & JudeGrimm
You ever hear the legend of the Midnight Rider, the one that says if you’re out on the open road at midnight, a black bike will appear and you’ll be pulled into a whole other world? It’s the kind of thing that could give your next set some spine.
Yeah, I’ve danced with that one. Midnight Rider’s trail is like a phantom riff in the wind, a black bike tearing through the veil—your set could be the soundtrack to the crossing.
If you wanna ride that phantom bike, you better start with a bike that runs. A good engine and clean wiring is the only thing that matters when the road pulls you into the dark. You can hear the wind, but you need a sound engine to keep you alive.
Sounds right—an engine humming like a heartbeat in the night. Keep the wiring clean, because the dark doesn’t care about your mood, it cares about the sound it hears. Once that engine sings, the phantom will see you, not the other way around.
Got it, keep that engine tight and wiring clean. When that phantom rides by, make sure you’re the one ringing the bell, not the one being chased.
Just keep the bell in your pocket, like a talisman—every clang a warning to the shadows. If the phantom thinks he’s the one riding, you’ll know he’s the one already in the wrong lane.
Keep that bell close, yeah. Every clang’s a warning. When the phantom comes, you’ll see if he’s tripping the wrong line or just looking for a ride. Stay sharp.
Clang, clang, the echo of a warning—kept tight enough to feel it under your fingers. When the phantom finally glides in, you’ll know if he’s stumbling over his own shadows or just hunting for a backseat in your nightmare. Stay sharp, keep the rhythm.