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Greyhound Squeeze

Ward C Locke

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A gritty, locked-knee blues trek through travel-induced desperation, featuring raw vocal delivery and an unapologetic narrative regarding the messy consequences of a long-haul bus ride struggle.
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I don't confine myself to a single genre. My muse draws from every direction, and I follow where it leads using various AI technologies.
Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict. For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory. My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision. So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!
Song Info
Genre
Beats Beats General
Charts
#23 in subgenre Peak #6
Author
Ward C Locke
Rights
Ward C Locke
Uploaded
January 14, 2026
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.0 MB 320 kbps 3:30 minutes
Lossless
WAV 38.4 MB (no audio tag)
Meta Data
BPM
112
Beat
4/4
Key
A maj
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
The Movements: 0:00 0:54: [The Eighteen-Hour Hold]: The opening establishes a steady, chugging blues rhythm that mirrors the monotony of the bus ride, featuring tight, strained vocals that emphasize the physical pressure described in the lyrics. 0:54 1:36: [The Terminal Stumble]: The arrangement shifts to capture the physical shock of disembarking, with instrumental accents punctuating the transition from the locked-knee posture of the bus seat to the frantic run for the restroom. 1:36 2:20: [The Wingtip Incident]: The musical climax occurs as the narrative reaches the restroom confrontation; the instrumentation swells and then sharply reacts to the "spray-shot" moment and the subsequent awkward social encounter. 2:20 2:48: [The Low-Road Retreat]: The resolution slows into a rhythmic walk of shame, with the music hanging low and heavy as the protagonist zips up and exits with his dignity and the stranger's shine compromised. Lyrics and concept by Ward C Locke. Music produced using Suno AI.
Lyrics
Held it in tight - eighteen hours straight, Held it in tight - eighteen hours straight, Crossed my ankles, prayin' at that gate. Stumbled off that Greyhound, knees still locked, Stumbled off that Greyhound, knees still locked, Ran for the restroom, but my legs were shocked. Stood at the urinal, finally let loose, Stood at the urinal, and finally let loose, But my aim went sideways - no excuse. Hit the next man's wingtip Brown leather, fresh shine. He jumped back, looked down, looked up at me Eyes wide. Said "fuuuuuh...." I said "Brother, I'm sorry - that bus bent me," Said "Brother, I'm sorry - that bus done bent me," Eighteen hours of Greyhound cruelty. Long-ride, legs-locked, spray-shot blues, Long-ride, legs-locked, spray-shot blues, Some lessons you learn... on another man's shoes. What did I do? I zipped up fast, walked out slow, Yeah I zipped up fast, head hung low, Some rides teach you more than you wanna know.
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