Track Insight / Lyrics
Typewriter lies in the weeds, an old friend so still
Dusty keys, a story waiting, the tale of a sage's will
In the backyard workshop, where dreams and hearts collide
This relic of yesterday hums with ghosted pride
Oh,类型ypes without voices, words unsaid and unsung
Echoing through the silence, a legacy undone
In the overgrown garden, where once ideas took root
Forgotten trysts of creation, waiting for a boot
Can you hear the tapestry, weaving through space and time?
Disco ghostlights flickering, to a rhythm sublime
Faded typewriter funk, the midnight muse alive
Take my hand, step into the night, let the music thrive
Night shift diner cook collects thoughts in the early hours
Coffee cup a shield from vulnerability's raw reports
Stories about the typewriter crowd, swarming the diner counter
Longshoreman and housewife, the poet and the gutter talker
Oh, templates and rejections, paper scraps of fate
In the greasy-spoon margins, a community waits
Over steaming cups of joe, voices raise their claims
Unlikely allies, united by sheets of flames
Can you hear the tapestry, weaving through space and time?
Disco ghostlights flickering, to a rhythm sublime
Faded typewriter funk, the midnight muse alive
Take my hand, step into the night, let the music thrive
Riffs and solos ignite, tension builds in an blaze
Four-on-the-floor heartbeat, hypnotic disco haze
Moody strings swoop in, to caress the existential fire
Rhythmic arc and phrasing, locked in a complicit desire
The world drowns in the chaos, but in here, no fear
Where the typewriter lies waiting, for the writer in the rear
Coffee, cigarettes, and grease, just enough to keep the spark
Forgotten tales and half-lies, fuel the midnight embark
Can you hear the tapestry, weaving through space and time?
Disco ghostlights flickering, to a rhythm sublime
Faded typewriter funk, the midnight muse alive
Take my hand, step into the night, let the music thrive
Fade into eternity, the afterglow of neon
In the yard where stories sleep, amidst the overgrowth and neon
Faded typewriter funk, a siren's call to the night
Embrace the magic of forgotten tales, and let the music ignite.
