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Throttle Therapy
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Rock
Throttle Therapy was released on August 4, 2025 by DBRecords as a part of the album Throttle Therapy - Single
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Release DateAugust 4, 2025
LabelDBRecords
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duane Brindley
Duane Brindley
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
I don't need no shrink, I don't need no meds
I just need my bike and an open stretch
Twist that grip, heart skips a beat
Pain drips off in the slipstream breeze
Gas tank full but my soul feels empty
Life got weight and I carry it gently
Bills, stress, voices in my head
But it's quiet as death when I ride instead
Leather gloves, throttle talkin' back
My therapist roars in a V-twin track
I ain't lookin' for a fix, just peace
Some silence in the violence I keep on a leash
And I'm receiving therapy
Nothin' like the road and me
Feelin' free
Throttle open, engine gulpin
Oil and petroleum
I let go of sodium
Tears and pandemonium
Just me, my ride, and the cold wind blowin' in
Man, I don't vent, I rev
I confess through the clutch instead
Every mile's like a prayer I send
To a god I doubt but still depend
Some drink, some smoke, some scream
Me? I hit redline to kill those dreams
You ever feel numb but you move too fast?
That's how I deal when my mind backtracks
They don't get it. This ain't a phase
It's a chain-linked soul I release in waves
Downshift pain, upshift truth
Burn through trauma like tread on the roof
I been ghostin' demons on two wheels
Real talk, only place I feel real
Metal don't judge, chrome don't speak
But that rumble says more than a hundred shrinks
Yeah, I'm receiving therapy
Nothin' like the road and me
Feelin' free
Throttle open, engine gulpin
Oil and petroleum
Drippin' out the old in me
Healin' every hole in me
Fuel-fed fire bringin' back what's stolen, G
I been broken, chokin, barely copin
Runnin' on fumes and wide-eyed hopin
World too loud, can't think straight
So I cut through pain on a steel escape
This ain't no hobby, it's my pulse, my peace
My final thread when the noise won't cease
You ever talk to God through a twist of the wrist?
That's prayer on pavement, that's holy grit
Now I'm receivin' therapy
Nothin' like the road and me
Feelin' free
Throttle open, heart exposin
Engine drinkin' all my potions
Ghosts dissolvin, problems stallin
I ride to keep my soul from fallin
Yeah, this bike? My one true callin
Two wheels down, and I'm all in.
Written by: Duane Brindley
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