Cymande

One More

Neon ticks under my feet in a midnight spin
City breathing fast, throwing changes at my skin
Horn in my grip, fingers hunting chord-shape sparks
In the alley where the flicker cuts the dark, we start
I tear the page, dodge the frame, improvise the air
No big-band map, just a razor trio cutting there
We chase the unheard, flipping lines the crowd can't trace
In that skyline of motion I carve out my place

The city hums its final chord

Skyline of sound, lifting past the concrete roar
Skyline of sound, turning city lights to score
Skyline of sound, freedom firing run by run
Skyline of sound, where the rebel solo’s begun
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound

Snare snaps sharp like footsteps on a restless street
Piano threads weaving fast where the wild grids meet
Trumpet ricochets off windows, sax replies in tilt
We build a fortress made of lines no rule has built
Rebel tone blooming bright, cracking through the code
Hyperfocus burning clean in this intellectual ode
When the night drops low we ride tempo till dawn
In that skyline of sound we belong, then we’re gone

The restless mind walks restored

Skyline of sound, lifting past the concrete roar
Skyline of sound, turning city lights to score
Skyline of sound, freedom firing run by run
Skyline of sound, where the rebel solo’s begun
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound

Late-night genius glowing in a backroom haze
We bend the math, split the frame, let the solos blaze
Rhythm section breathing loud, pushing through the crowd
In the city’s tight tension we stand unbowed

Skyline of sound, lifting past the concrete roar
Skyline of sound, turning city lights to score
Skyline of sound, freedom firing run by run
Skyline of sound, where the rebel solo’s begun
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound
Skyline of sound

The combo fades, but the city hums its final chord
Skyline of sound, the restless mind walks restored

Let My People Go

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