Send It to the Depot
Take B leans into deep soul-funk rhythms, tight brass stabs, and playful call-and-response vocals to celebrate electronics repair.
The stories behind Send It to the Depot
- Retro Soul Groove in Send It to the Depot — Take B leans into deep soul-funk rhythms, tight brass stabs, and playful call-and-response vocals to celebrate electronics repair.
- Component-Level Triumphs in Send It to the Depot — A classic soul-funk celebration of bench technicians who rescue hospital capital budgets by replacing failed capacitors.
Lyrics
The big company told him, throw that $15 ,000
board in the trash,
send it to the depot, baby.
Watch how we work.
Factory technicians said the board had made its end
To the hospital director, there is nothing we can mend
Sign a purchase order for 12 ,000 bills
That's the only way to cure your laboratory ills
Hospital boxed it up with a heavy side
Send it to ID4 shop beneath the morning sky I laid
it on my bench under the magnifying light
With my oscilloscope to search the dark and stormy night
Checking every dial, checking every trace
Didn't take me long to find the culprit in the place
Right there in the corner, a tiny little
bulge It's just a 35
cent capacitor
Oh, that's all that was wrong with the monitor
The old says toss it away
The dip pot by your man
Saves the day Brass horns playing
Tambourine shake Saving all the money
That the big boys take
A drop of soda
And a little, little bit of soul
Making broken boards
Beautifully whole Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, heated up my iron, sucked the old soda clean
Popped in a fresh capacitor, best you've ever seen
Flipped on the testing load, green indicator glow
Ready for delivery,
back down the clinic road
Build on $50 for the labor and the pot
Save that rural clinic from a broken budget heart
It's just a 35 cent capacitor
That's all that was wrong with the monitor
The old says toss it away
The dip pot by your man saves the day
Brass horns playing,
tambourine shake Saving all the money that the big boys
take A drop of soda and a little, little bit of soul
Making broken boys beautifully whole
Thirty -five cents
That's right, honey
Keep your twelve grand
Oh
Oh
time.
