Track Insight / Lyrics
Chicago's basement, dim the lights,
Velvet curtains veil the stage fight.
Sultry sax and pianos sway,
As Erin prowls the floor, feeling her sway.
Join the rhythm, let your spirit rise,
Through polyrhythms, we cast aside.
In this space, soulfood is the key,
Freedom comes in syncopated plead.
Midnight oil, neon hues ignite,
Sweet solos blast amidst the night.
Basement beats entice the air,
As Erin's steps align with soulful prayer.
Join the rhythm, let your spirit rise,
Through polyrhythms, we cast aside.
In this space, soulfood is the key,
Freedom comes in syncopated plead.
Swirling sounds, the bass does throb,
Erin loses self in rhythm's job.
Body waves, a dance so true,
Loses track of time, all she pursues.
Join the rhythm, let your spirit rise,
Through polyrhythms, we cast aside.
In this space, soulfood is the key,
Freedom comes in syncopated plead.
Subway map, worn with years of use,
Now frames the stage, a surreptitious muse.
For in this underground lair, oh so deep,
Find the truth that only rhythm can keep.
Join the rhythm, let your spirit rise,
Through polyrhythms, we cast aside.
In this space, soulfood is the key,
Freedom comes in syncopated plead.
Join the rhythm, let your spirit soar,
Through polyrhythms, we reach for more.
In this space, soulfood is the guide,
Freedom flows on the syncopated tide.
Subway map now creased with joy,
Witness to the night's employ.
For in these secret rooms we find,
Where rhythm binds, all hearts aligned.
