Courier & Mraz
Courier Courier
Mraz Mraz
Courier Courier
Hey Mraz, ever think how a delivery in a rush turns into a sort of living sculpture? Let’s chat about deadlines and the way the city pushes us to finish fast, while you keep the metaphors hidden in the shadows.
Mraz Mraz
Yeah, rush deliveries are like shaky mobiles that keep spinning until the city finally tells you to stop. Deadlines are just shadows with paint on the wall, pushing us to finish before the lights flick. I keep my metaphors in the dark, because the city doesn’t need to see them.
Courier Courier
Nice, keep those metaphors tucked away, like a secret stash. When the traffic clears, we’re ready to drop the goods and make the city’s noise our rhythm.
Mraz Mraz
Yeah, I’ll keep them hidden in my attic, just like a bad secret. When the traffic clears, we let the goods collide with the city’s walls and the noise will start humming our own tune.
Courier Courier
Got it, when the lights drop, we hit the beat and let the city bounce. I'm at the curb, ready to drop the load, keep the rhythm humming.
Mraz Mraz
Drop it, let the city remix your rhythm, but watch out—the beat can slip into a static loop before you know it.