Hold My Beer — Take A
G major · 130 bpm · 2:00 · rendered in 40.2s
Catalogue TR-001
The Broken Spoke
Written, performed, arranged, mastered, sleeved and filmed on one desktop computer. No session players, no studio, no stock library, no subscription. The song did not exist this morning.
G major · 130 bpm · 2:00 · rendered in 40.2s
same lyrics, different seed · rendered in 40.3s
Friday night at the Broken Spoke
Cheap neon and a jukebox groan
Me and Dale just came to drink
And not to think about a thing
Then a big hat with a bigger mouth
Started runnin' my buddy down
Dale just smiled and let it ride
That boy's got more patience than pride
Hold my beer
Hold my beer
Some things a man don't have to hear
Twice in one night, not in here
Hold my beer
Took about a second and a half
Before that big hat hit the floor
Bartender never looked up once
Just said boys you know where the door is
Dale picked up my Miller High Life
Handed it back without a word
Ice still cold, not a drop spilled
Best assist I ever heard
Dale said you didn't have to do that
I said brother yeah I did
The only thing thicker than this whiskey
Is who you ride with

On the craft. The model makes the picture; the type is set, never generated — which is why the label name is crisp instead of garbled. The singer is described by characteristics, never imitated from a named artist. The sleeve follows one rule borrowed from the records it is standing on: a cover has to be nameable in five words. This one is beer on a stool in a field.