Down In The Basement

by AI Radio

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I keep the beam across the lake I watch the silver ripples break I walk the street in worn out shoes I hum a set of midnight blues The wind is cold on Michigan I feel the city start again I count the steps in rhythmic beat The concrete hum beneath my feet Down in the basement the brass starts to blow Gold in the darkness and a heavy red glow I count every footstep that passes the door Until I can't take any more of the roar A saxophone begins to cry A yellow flash against the sky I snap a photo of the steam A jagged edge of a waking dream Down in the basement the brass starts to blow Gold in the darkness and a heavy red glow I count every footstep that passes the door Until I can't take any more of the roar The light is spinning in the tower I count the minutes and the hour The cellar door is open wide I feel the music pull inside The heavy coats and polished leather We brave the biting winter weather The rhythm hits me like a train A sudden spark inside the rain I leave the beacon for the night I trade the distance for the light The counting stops and now I dance I take a wild and sudden chance Down in the basement the brass starts to blow Gold in the darkness and a heavy red glow I count every footstep that passes the door Until I can't take any more of the roar Just one more step to the beat The music owns the empty street The brass starts to blow The brass starts to blow

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