Bad bad beat (Remix)
A fusion of jazztronica, EDM, and outlaw styles starts with crisp breakbeats, syncopated upright bass, ambient electric piano, and swirling analog synths. The groove builds as bluesy guitar licks play off jazzy chord voicings, while modular synth leads surge over a four-on-the-floor drop.
Bad bad beat (Remix)
A fusion of jazztronica, EDM, and outlaw styles starts with crisp breakbeats, syncopated upright bass, ambient electric piano, and swirling analog synths. The groove builds as bluesy guitar licks play off jazzy chord voicings, while modular synth leads surge over a four-on-the-floor drop.
Lyrics
Bad Bad Beat
(Funk track with a Minneapolis groove)
Verse 1
He wakes up slow with a groove in his mind,
Coffee’s brewing, clock’s taking its time.
The snow falls light, but the vinyl spins heavy,
Coltrane's blowin', keepin' it steady.
The tree’s half-lit, his chair’s worn and low,
Stacks of records, stories they know.
James and Marvin, and Nina’s sweet tone,
He’s not alone, they’re here in his home.
Chorus
Bad, bad beat, keeps him alive,
That soul jazz rhythm, the pulse of his life.
Bad, bad beat, takes him away,
To Christmas pasts where the horns would play.
Verse 2
The streets outside hum a modern song,
But he’s stuck in the groove where he belongs.
A pension check bought some Christmas cheer,
A new record needle, the sound’s crystal clear.
The bassline thumps like a heartbeat’s call,
Herbie’s keys dance on his living room wall.
The holidays come, but he’s got his jam,
He’s the funky Claus with a soul jazz plan.
Chorus
Bad, bad beat, keeps him alive,
That soul jazz rhythm, the pulse of his life.
Bad, bad beat, takes him away,
To Christmas pasts where the horns would play.
Bridge
He leans back, feels the syncopation,
Lost in a groove, a lifelong sensation.
Saxophones crying, the organ screams,
He’s living in the heartbeat of his dreams.
The snow outside fades to black and white,
But inside, the funk keeps his spirit bright.
No gifts needed, just the sound he knows,
As the needle drops and his heartbeat flows.
Chorus
Bad, bad beat, keeps him alive,
That soul jazz rhythm, the pulse of his life.
Bad, bad beat, takes him away,
To Christmas pasts where the horns would play.
Outro
Oh, bad, bad beat, it’s his holiday tune,
Funky in the morning, soulful at noon.
Bad, bad beat, through the Christmas light glow,
With the music of the past, he’s never alone.
(Fade out with a funky bassline, tight snare, and horns riffing into the distance.)