Track Insight / Lyrics
I slipped past turnstiles, bag in hand
Where microfilm and manuals stand
My Pentax hangs on leather strap
I frame the cracks, I trap the gap
Wrench turns deep in basement hush
Card catalog turns fine to dust
Camera clicks on grease-stained thumbs
Nitrous breathes in quiet rooms
A coverall stains gray concrete
He bleeds the line, makes pressure meet
Torque wrench clicks in metric time
Boost builds slow in copper line
Wrench turns deep in basement hush
Card catalog turns fine to dust
Camera clicks on grease-stained thumbs
Nitrous breathes in quiet rooms
He asks me what I'm shooting for
I say the quiet, nothing more
He grins, wipes oil on denim knee
Then shoot this boost, it's free to see
Wrench turns deep in basement hush
Card catalog turns fine to dust
Camera clicks on grease-stained thumbs
Nitrous breathes in quiet rooms
Nitrous hisses, headers glow
Pages flutter, call numbers go
My shutter snaps the violet flame
Dewey decimals lose their name
Silence fractures, paper sings
Horsepower wears borrowed wings
No crowd roars, no checkered flag
Just torque and text in paper bag
I develop in a basement sink
Silver halides rise and link
Engine purrs in card catalog
I catch the bus, shake off the fog
Wrench turns deep in basement hush
Card catalog turns fine to dust
Camera clicks on grease-stained thumbs
Nitrous breathes in quiet rooms
We tune the dark, we tune the light
Two worlds spark in one long night
Flash fades, engine idles on
Shelved horsepower, nearly gone
