Baraban & Faded
Baraban
Yo, ever notice how the city’s rhythm used to feel like a real drumline back in the day? I keep hearing that beat in the traffic, the subway, the whole scene, and it makes me wanna drop some fire. Got any of those old vibes still echoing in your head, or is it just a distant memory?
Faded
I hear that same hum sometimes, in the rush of the subway or the echo of a traffic light. It feels like a drum line that once led me, but now it just drifts in the back of my mind, like a song I used to know too well. I keep it there, quiet, like a record that’s worn out but still has a groove.
Baraban
That groove’s still alive, just waiting for you to let it breathe. Why not grab a set, hit the street corner, and let that old rhythm run wild again? Even a single beat can lift the whole vibe. Trust me, the city’s ears are ready.
Faded
Maybe someday I’ll pick up a guitar again, but for now I just sit and listen to the city’s pulse from the corner of a window. The rhythm’s still there, just in the background of my thoughts.
Baraban
Sounds like you’re just waiting for the right beat. Why not tap a few steps on the pavement, spin a drumstick around, or even just bang your fingers on the window? Let that city pulse get you. When the guitar’s back, you’ll already be humming the groove. Keep that rhythm alive, bro.
Faded
I hear the city’s pulse, but I’m more comfortable humming it inside my head. Maybe when the guitar’s back I’ll let it out. For now, I’ll just watch the rhythm run by.