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Midnight Tape Drift 1 by Anas

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Midnight Tape Drift 1

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midnight tape, engine hum like a prayer,
taillights bleeding red on concrete stairs.
cold chrome breath, leather jacket tight,
shadow in the rearview, neon bites the night.
night. (night.) (night.) (night.)
skid marks on asphalt, heartbeat syncs with the snare,
gasoline perfume, cigarette smoke in the air.
zippered cuffs, street tags on my sleeve,
city whispers truths only midnight can believe.
slide the visor down, meter reads no fear,
engine hum low, low like a memory near.
tape warble on the hook — let the sample lean,
slowed-down memphis ghost in a satin dream.
wind through the collar, cold bite of chrome,
concrete cathedral, the boulevard’s our home.
radio static, voice chopped, pitch drop to the bone,
we move like silhouettes, unknown, full-grown.
rims flash like strobe lights, cutting through fog,
shadow dancers, we nod, kick the brake, then jog.
heartbeat double-timed, tambour of the street,
we’re mining midnight gold, every corner, every beat.
ride the night, feel the tape, taste the haze,
phonk in the veins, lost in vinyl maze.
echoes on the boulevard, taillights trace our names,
throttle wide, memory slides, nothing stays the same.
(maze... maze...)
leather squeaks; the city breathes in neon code,
hood up, cap low, streetwear heavy like a load.
smell of gasoline knots the throat with desire,
we chase rearview ghosts, tire smoke, and wire.
cassette clicks, loops a sample of a midnight hymn,
pitched-down preacher voice bleeding through the wind.
we trade names for nicknames, hearts for chrome,
every alley's a memory, every curb a home.
chain clinks, heartbeat syncs to the hi-hat snap,
snare paints lightning while the subbass drags.
eyes like flint, scanning cracks in the lane,
a warning and a promise stitched into the rain.
leather palm grips the wheel, thumb on the lights,
we ride between the lines where the city bites.
night eats time; our shadows lengthen in the glow,
we’re a tape spool unwinding in stereo slow.
ride the night, feel the tape, taste the haze,
phonk in the veins, lost in vinyl maze.
echoes on the boulevard, taillights trace our names,
throttle wide, memory slides, nothing stays the same.
(drift)
ride... drift... slow...
tape spool slows, heartbeat folds into the bass,
we trade a last...
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