Trouble On The One

The band behind it

Song blueprint

A stomping garage-funk revival: a showman frontman preaches over a fuzzed one-chord riff while a trebly, high-register melodic bassline carries the actual chorus hook, precision-stacked pop vocal layers glue it to the radio, and a compositional drummer sneaks an odd-meter turnaround into a four-on-the-floor stadium groove. Sin, sweat and euphoria on a Saturday night dancefloor that feels like a church.

garage-blues rock / raw funk / post-punk dance rock / stadium dance-pop · 108 BPM

From a simulated 12-year career with 6 major hits, peaking in year 1.

Lyrics

[VERSE]
Streetlight preachin' through a broken blind,
I got a devil keepin' perfect time.
Sidewalk shakin' like a snare drum skin —
lock the door, honey, let the trouble in.
I said my prayers, I said 'em fast,
put a nickel in the neon, made the good part last.

[PRECHORUS]
One — hand on the wire,
two — the whole room's fire,
three — I'm already gone,
hold it… here it comes… hold on!

[CHORUS]
Trouble on the one, trouble on the one,
I ain't runnin' from the thing I done.
Bassline climbin' like a risin' sun —
shout it out, everybody: trouble on the one!

[POSTCHORUS]
Hey — yeah — hey!
(Move it, move it, don't you look away)
Hey — yeah — hey!

[VERSE]
Mirror got a stranger wearin' my shoes,
dancin' every step that I refuse.
He knows the hour, he knows the price,
said honey, everybody sins in threes and twice.
I been a saint for the daylight hours —
but the drum come callin' and the drum got powers.

[PRECHORUS]
One — hand on the wire,
two — I'm a liar,
three — the night's begun,
hit it — trouble on the one!

[CHORUS]
Trouble on the one, trouble on the one,
I ain't runnin' from the thing I done.
Bassline climbin' like a risin' sun —
shout it out, everybody: trouble on the one!

[BREAKDOWN]
Cut the guitar. Cut the horns.
Give me that low string — give me that low string!
Now… everybody… take it down, take it down.
And don't you move till I say.

[BRIDGE]
Lift me where the ceiling breaks,
where the floor forgives my worst mistakes.
I'll take the fall, I'll take the sound —
just don't let this rhythm put me down.

[CHORUS]
Trouble on the one, trouble on the one,
I ain't runnin' from the thing I done.
Bassline climbin' like a risin' sun —
shout it out, everybody: trouble on the one!
(Trouble! Trouble!) On the one!
(Trouble! Trouble!) On the one!

[OUTRO]
On the one… on the one…
I ain't runnin'… I ain't done.