{"id":"70c7d6b7-0964-4875-af11-befd335a7837","title":"My Bad Idea","artist":"Alex Wilson","album":null,"year":2025,"genre":"Honky-Tonk Rock/Country Rock/Outlaw Country","duration":"3:18","lyrics":"[Verse 1]\nSheriff brought your lawnmower back last night\nSaid he found it sittin’ at a traffic light\nI had to explain 'bout the ramp and the beer\nAnd how that kiddie pool looked farther from here\nYou just shrugged your shoulders, handed him a Coke\nSaid, \"Sir, a man's gotta see if his dreams'll float\"\nHe shook his head, said \"Son, you ain't right\"\nI just pointed at you, bathed in the flashing blue light\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the \"hold my beer,\" you're the \"hell yeah, let's go!\"\nYou're the five-word text sayin', \"They'll never know!\"\nYou ain't my conscience, you're my alibi\nThe second dumbest person standin' by\nYou're the gasoline I pour on the fire\nMy partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire\nWhen my angel's whisperin' \"Son, you better pray,\"\nYou're the devil on my shoulder yellin' \"This is the way!\"\nYeah, you're my bad idea\n\n[Verse 2]\nRemember that bait shop and taco stand scheme?\nLivin' out our entrepreneurial dream\nYour sign said \"Worms and Tacos, Fresh and Hot!\"\nMy sign said \"Eat Here, It's The Only Shot!\"\nWe lost our shirts, the health inspector cried\n'Specially when he asked what kind of meat was inside\nYou told him, \"Sir, it's a proprietary blend.\"\nWe were out of business by the weekend\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the \"hold my beer,\" you're the \"hell yeah, let's go!\"\nYou're the five-word text sayin', \"They'll never know!\"\nYou ain't my conscience, you're my alibi\nThe second dumbest person standin' by\nYou're the gasoline I pour on the fire\nMy partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire\nWhen my angel's whisperin' \"Son, you better pray,\"\nYou're the devil on my shoulder yellin' \"This is the way!\"\nYeah, you're my bad idea\n\n[Bridge]\nThey say you oughta keep good company\nSomeone to lift you up, help you see\nWell, you ain't ever lifted me from a fight\nJust held my jacket and said, \"Get the one on the right!\"\nWe ain't ended up rich and we ain't ended up in jail... yet.\nBut I wouldn't trade you for a winning lottery bet\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the \"hold my beer,\" you're the \"hell yeah, let's go!\"\nYou're the five-word text sayin', \"They'll never know!\"\nYou ain't my conscience, you're my alibi\nThe second dumbest person standin' by\nYou're the gasoline I pour on the fire\nMy partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire\nWhen my angel's whisperin' \"Son, you better pray,\"\nYou're the devil on my shoulder yellin' \"This is the way!\"\nYeah, you're my bad idea\n\n[Outro]\nMy bad idea!\n(What's the worst that could happen?)\nMy bad idea!\n(Famous last words... Yeehaw!)","notes":"Instrumentation: Electric guitar with a twangy tone, bass guitar (walking bassline), drums (simple, driving beat with snare on 2 and 4), piano (honky-tonk style with lots of fills), optional steel guitar. Tempo: Upbeat and energetic. The guitar solo should be raw and expressive, emphasizing feel over technical perfection. Think Brad Paisley meets early Steve Earle. The piano should also get some solo fills, trading licks with the guitar. Vocals should be delivered with a slightly raspy, conversational tone. Consider adding some gang vocals on the choruses for extra energy. The song should feel like it's on the verge of falling apart but somehow manages to hold together, just like a good bad idea.","description":"A rowdy, honky-tonk rock anthem celebrating the thrill of making terrible decisions with your best friend. The song is a tongue-in-cheek ode to bad influences and the adventures that follow, delivered with a foot-stomping beat, twangy guitars, and a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor.","image_url":"https://v3.fal.media/files/elephant/cnxrhPpcl8wzcfPt0yBte.jpeg","audio_url":"","created_at":"2025-09-30T12:16:11.128+00:00"}