Space Son Cubano

[Intro] Attention, Body Beat Fleet! Leave your ranks at the door. Admirals, Cadets, Aliens—we are all equal on the dance floor! Tonight, we learn the rhythms of the old world. Let’s build the band, piece by piece! [Verse 1:] We start with the wood, the heart of the song. The Son Clave tells the band where we belong! It’s a three-two pattern, a cosmic map. Hands out front, let me hear you CLAP! [Clap]... [Clap]... pause... [Clap]... [Clap]... [Clap]! [Verse 2:] Now we add the Güiro, a hollow, bumpy gourd. It scrapes out the rhythm across the space-board! It goes long, short-short, filling in the gap. Pinch your fingers tight and give it a SNAP! Snaaaaap... snap-snap! Snaaaaap... snap-snap! [Verse 3:] We need a piece of metal, a steady, driving ring, like a steady sonar pulse through space. The Cowbell keeps the time and makes the aliens sing! It hits right on the beat, a heavy, metal wrap. Hands on your shoulders, let me see you TAP! Tap! ... Tap! ... Tap! ... Tap! [Verse 4:] Now for the bottom, the low and heavy space. We need the syncopation of the Tumbao Bass! It skips the downbeat, then hits it with a drop. Heavy on your feet now, give it a STOMP! (Rest)... Stomp-Stomp! (Rest)... Stomp-Stomp! [Chorus:] Clap the Clave, snap the Güiro! Tap the bell, you’re a zero-G hero! Stomp the Tumbao, feel the heat, The whole fleet is dancing to the Body Beat! Misión cumplida