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Hypnotic Afro-Fusion Groove 2 by Miracle

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Hypnotic Afro-Fusion Groove 2

Afro-fusion

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I’m landing, Morning roads through cracked window panes,
Road skis hung beneath my tired hands, Nylon strings whisper secrets of the street,
Marimba’s notes like raindrops in the heat, Bare feet tap slow on faded tiles,
Talking drums’s pulse a heartbeat in my ears, Sub bass hums low like an old friend’s voice,
Pulling me close in this restless noise, City’s breath uneven, a soft spoken scream,
Lost in the folds of a half remembered dream, Wind carries stories that don’t need words,
Every note’s a language that just can’t be heard.
Hold tight to the rhythm, let it spin you round, Every chord’s a whisper pulling from the ground.
Sweet room in the shadows, where stories unfold, In the pulse of the rhythm, I’m finally home,
Late afternoon spill gold on the cracked pavement, Guitars like smoke traces my containment,
Hands in the air but my feet barely roam, This sound is the devil calling me home,
Talking drum dances a call through the haze, Marimba’s crest gold in a delicate maze,
Sub bass shadows spin beneath my skin, A ghost of the night hang deep within,
City’s breath uneven, a soft spoken scream, Lost in the folds of a half remembered dream,
Wind carries stories that don’t need words, Every note’s a language that just can’t be heard.
Hold tight to the rhythm, let it spin you round, Every chord’s a whisper pulling from the ground.
Sweet room in the shadows, where stories unfold, In the pulse of the rhythm, I’m finally home,
No need for a map, no guide to these streets, My compass is sound where the marimba meets,
The talking drums echo soft and sharp, This groove’s the spark alive in my heart.
Hold tight to the rhythm, let it spin you round, Every chord’s a whisper pulling from the ground.
Sweet room in the shadows, where stories unfold, In the pulse of the rhythm, I’m finally home.
World’s fake, guitar and I’m so infinite, Marimba’s last last hit, there’s a grin.
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