[Intro — Sampled / Spoken, layered]
My name is Gregor. My name is Gregor.
(soft breath, warm oohs behind)
[Verse 1]
Morning steam on a paper cup, jacket sleeve rolled slow,
A cassette in a coffee-stained drawer where the slow songs go.
You hum into the radio like you’re fixing broken maps,
Leather on the tram at dawn, gentle hands, crooked laugh.
You trace the city’s seams with a fingertip of light,
Small rebellions in your pockets keep the dark polite.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count the heartbeats under neon and chrome,
Stretch the hush until it feels like home.
Hold that breath — let the evening fold,
And watch the letters of your name warm into gold.
[Chorus 1 — Invitation]
Gregor, let your colors fly, light the night, paint the sky,
Every heartbeat, every sigh — come on, let the city try.
You light the corner when the lights go out, you stay when streets forget to sigh,
Gregor, let your colors fly — start the sound, don’t be shy.
[Verse 2]
You keep a tape labeled 'morning' in a drawer with worn-out shoes,
Fix old speakers in the hallway, hum those stubborn tunes.
Smoke on the threshold from a cigarette you never keep,
You fold small promises into pockets, tuck them deep.
A cassette rewinds like memory, a coffee ring that time won’t tame,
You speak in little metaphors and call the quiet by your name.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Warm keys lift the corners of a shadowed room,
Slow hi-hats tick like rain that hushes every tune.
Breathe it in — the skyline leans toward your tune,
One long note stretching out to meet the moon.
[Chorus 2 — Appreciation]
Gregor, let your colors fly, turn the hush into a hymn,
You keep the city from losing its tune when the lights grow dim.
You steady corners when the night forgets to stay, you stay when streets forget to sigh,
Gregor, colors rising high — thank you for the reason why.
[Bridge — Vulnerability / Payoff]
I carried little bruises like luggage on my chest,
Learned to hush my wants so silence felt like rest.
When my voice breaks in the static, you say my name,
My name is Gregor, and suddenly I’m not afraid.
You reach with quiet hands and pull the dark aside,
Say, "Trust the slow," and teach the timid how to glide.
[Break / Spoken Tag]
My name is Gregor. (soft — layered) My name is Gregor.
(linger on the vowels, breathy ad-libs)
[Final Chorus — Commitment / Escalation]
Gregor, let your colors fly, set the skyline on a flame,
Every street will hum your story, every corner learn your name.
You light the corner when the lights go out, you stay when streets forget to sigh,
Gregor, we’ll carry this light — you and I, we’ll testify.
[Outro]
My name is Gregor — hush and let it bloom,
In late-night lullabies and afternoon rooms.
Keep that cassette turning, keep the coffee warm and slow,
My name is Gregor — follow me where the low lights glow.
(Ad-libs / Production Notes woven into performance)
— warm Rhodes pads, restrained sub-bass, syncopated sparse hi-hats;
— 75 BPM groove, late-night R&B pocket, harmony swells on later chor
