Bassline

The freezing wind burns his face
as the sidewalk leads him on.

His skin turned hard from years in the city.
And dreaming of some distant place
he drifts off like a song--
forgotten but for a trace of a melody.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
Stripped down to the core,
no time for dreams of home--

Never hears from friends or family.
It washes over him once more,
a wave of solitude--
dissolves into an urban symphony.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.

Maybe some bright and sunny day
His voice will rise above the crowd,
but when the smoke has cleared away
his roots live underground.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.


©Lawrence App

Performing this song:
LApp: vocals, bass, congas, programming
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet