Break-In at the Depot
A mid-tempo blues-rock groove drives this take with gritty outlaw rasp and punchy low-end percussion.
The stories behind Break-In at the Depot
- Break-In at the Depot: Raw Blues-Rock Pacing and Stomp Rhythms — A mid-tempo blues-rock groove drives this take with gritty outlaw rasp and punchy low-end percussion.
- Break-In at the Depot: Midnight Logistics and Critical Parts Sourcing — When replacement inventory is miles away during winter storms, medical technicians confront severe supply chain realities.
Lyrics
Power out at the depot
10 ,000 square feet of dark shells
Aisle 14,
bend 7
Find it!
Flashlight beam cutting through the freezing warehouse gloom
Breath hanging like ghosts in an industrial tomb
Rose of metal wrecking stretching forty paces high
Every kind of medical board beneath the winter sky
We got to make our way.
14 shelves, he'd been 42
A vintage high voltage relay sealed in blue
Cardboard boxes bubble wrap in dust
Fine and gold in a jungle of rust
There it is, top shelf shimmering in the glare
The prettiest little relay in the freezing air
Break in at the depot
Mission in the dark
Snatch that relay
Bring back the spark
No invoice, no paperwork
Sign it with a pride
We ain't gonna let that cardiac patient die
Shove it in the cold
See if the collar tight
We're outlawed running through the frozen night
Yeah, stomp that floor
Kick through the snow and slam the rolling door
Race back to the cruiser, get the engine in gear
Trooper hit the sirens, get the hell out of here
Radio crack up from the hospital bay
Patients rhythm dropping, how far away
They've keyed the mic, we got a relay in our hand
Coming back like thunder crosses frozen land
Breaking at the depot
Mission in the dark
Snatch that relay Bring back the spark
Oh, no invoice, no paperwork
Sign it with a pride
We ain't gonna let that cardiac patient die
Shove it in the cold
Shift the car tight
Two outlaws running through the frozen night
Yeah, stomp that floor
Kick through the snow
And slam, slam the rolling door
Cruiser airborne over the drift
Heading back to St.
Jude's
Floor it, trooper
