Chalk & Chain
dark country, southern gothic, americana, raspy female vocals, close mic, twangy electric guitar, lap steel, distorted guitar riff, upright bass, floor tom, snare, tambourine, stomp, hand claps, rhythmic snapping, raw vintage production, energetic, rebellious, fast-paced, explosive chorus, sassy bridge, sudden ending, dry mix, garage rock energy
MiyaMI·2:52
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Chalk & Chain
dark country, southern gothic, americana, raspy female vocals, close mic, twangy electric guitar, lap steel, distorted guitar riff, upright bass, floor tom, snare, tambourine, stomp, hand claps, rhythmic snapping, raw vintage production, energetic, rebellious, fast-paced, explosive chorus, sassy bridge, sudden ending, dry mix, garage rock energy
Creator: MiyaMIRelease Date: May 4, 2026
Lyrics
Got a black leather jacket and a heart made of tin
I'm the local kind of trouble that you're soaking in
Not a girl for the parlor, not a girl for the show
I'm the high-speed engine and I'm ready to go.
They say "stop", I say "go"
I'm the one they'll never slow.
Oh! I'm the wild card running in the pouring rain
I'm the black sheep dancing on a broken chain
Don't try to fix me, don't try to pray
I'm a hurricane coming for you anyway!
Keep your white lace dresses and your tea at five
I need a little bit of chaos just to feel alive
I'm the crack in the mirror, I'm the thorn in the rose
I go everywhere that the cold wind blows.
Bad reputation?
Yeah, I heard the talk
I earned every word of it
Brick by brick, chalk by chalk.
Oh! I'm the wild card running in the pouring rain
I'm the black sheep dancing on a broken chain
Don't try to fix me, don't try to pray
I'm a hurricane coming for you anyway!
Yeah, I'm the wild one!
Don't you blink!
I'm the local kind of trouble that you're soaking in
Not a girl for the parlor, not a girl for the show
I'm the high-speed engine and I'm ready to go.
They say "stop", I say "go"
I'm the one they'll never slow.
Oh! I'm the wild card running in the pouring rain
I'm the black sheep dancing on a broken chain
Don't try to fix me, don't try to pray
I'm a hurricane coming for you anyway!
Keep your white lace dresses and your tea at five
I need a little bit of chaos just to feel alive
I'm the crack in the mirror, I'm the thorn in the rose
I go everywhere that the cold wind blows.
Bad reputation?
Yeah, I heard the talk
I earned every word of it
Brick by brick, chalk by chalk.
Oh! I'm the wild card running in the pouring rain
I'm the black sheep dancing on a broken chain
Don't try to fix me, don't try to pray
I'm a hurricane coming for you anyway!
Yeah, I'm the wild one!
Don't you blink!