The stories behind Black Coffee and Solder Smoke

• Southern Rock Fire and Benchtop Defiance — Take B delivers a tight 122 BPM Southern rock anthem featuring punchy overdriven guitars and soulful blue-collar grit.
• Defending Board-Level Craft Against Throwaway Tech — Black Coffee and Solder Smoke rallies behind the senior bench technicians who fix circuit traces with hot irons instead of replacing whole modules.

Lyrics

One, two, three, let it rip!

I don't own a necktie and I don't wear a slacks

Got grease on my knuckles and dirt on my tracks

Got a dogged manual from 84

And a sign that says wrenching on the depot door they

bring me the baskets at the factory quit said throw it in the

trash it ain't worth a bit well sit down junior let an old

hand speak i can smell a shortage trace from across the creek

fill up the mug with that motor oil brew 30 year old

well around Heating up true

Click on the fan

Let the fumes roll high

Love that broken motherboard

in the eye Living on black coffee and salt or smoke

Still running strong when the whole wind broke

Steel -toed boots on a concrete floor

Rolling another chassis through the bay door

Don't need a warranty,

don't need a joke

Just an outlaw taking that salt or smoke

Yeah, stomp that pedal down

Tough as damn repair shopping this time

Factory tech showed up with an ipad screen said you can't fix

that it's a legacy machine i pulled him down and wrench out of my

flannel vest bypassed the soul annoyed and passed the

test his jaw hit the floor and his eyes went wide i

pointed to the highway on the county side

Some that pump will be pumping when you're dead and gone

Now get off my bench and go mow your lawn

Living on black coffee and salt or smoke

Still running strong when the

O .M. broke Steel -toed boots on a concrete floor

Rolling another chassis through the bay door

Don't need a warranty,

don't need a joke

Just an outlaw taking that salt or smoke

Yeah, stomp that pedal down

To the stand repair shop in this town

Pour another cup, turn the iron hot

Show them what a real biomed's got

Living on black coffee and salt and smoke

Still running strong when the

O .M. broke Steel -toed boots on a concrete floor

Rolling another chassis through the bay door

Don't need a warranty,

don't need a joke

Just an outlaw taking that soda smoke

Yeah, stomp that pedal down

Tuck it down Repair shop in this town

Black coffee

Soda smoke

Running like a clock

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