Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a smoky haze,
A phantom rhythm in these bygone days.
Steel and brass breathe a low refrain,
Beneath the city, a sweet, slow pain.
I've held my post through a century's tide,
Watching the river where lost dreams reside.
Down in the basement, a different glow,
Where shadows gather and secrets grow.
Iron and jazz, a heavy beat,
Anchored to the pulse of this concrete street.
I see it all, from the lamp's cold stare,
A silent witness to joys and despair.
She walks the stage in a velvet gown,
Her voice a current, pulling me down.
Each note a wave, a whispered plea,
Reflecting the darkness she shares with me.
Iron and jazz, a heavy beat,
Anchored to the pulse of this concrete street.
I see it all, from the lamp's cold stare,
A silent witness to joys and despair.
The bass drum thumps like a distant storm,
A restless echo, keeping me warm.
The brass section cries a lonely call,
Lost in the music, embracing the fall.
Iron and jazz, a heavy beat,
Anchored to the pulse of this concrete street.
I see it all, from the lamp's cold stare,
A silent witness to joys and despair.
He sips his whiskey, a haunted face,
Lost in memories of time and place.
The piano weeps a sorrowful tune,
Under the pale light of the midnight moon.
Iron and jazz, a heavy beat,
Anchored to the pulse of this concrete street.
I see it all, from the lamp's cold stare,
A silent witness, forever there!
The city sleeps, the music sighs,
I stand my watch beneath these smoky skies.
Rust and rhythm, a timeless blend,
Until the darkness meets its end.
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