Intro – slow dirty guitar / bass groove] Yeah… Turn it up… Let it breathe… [Verse 1] Somewhere down in London where the neon hums, Guitars on the wall and the old amps thump, Cables on the floor, another late-night round, He don’t say too much — he lets the strings talk loud. Four strings low, running deep through the room, That bass starts rolling like a distant boom, While six strings cry and the valves burn bright, He’s building little worlds in the middle of the night. [Pre-Chorus] No spotlight needed, No crowd gathered round, Just turn that old amp up… And feel that sound. [Chorus] He’s the man behind the sound, Keeps his feet down on the ground, Low notes rolling, six strings crying, Keeps that old groove turning round. Yeah, the walls might shake, When that bass comes down, You might not see him coming— But you’ll damn sure hear the sound. [Guitar Fill] [Verse 2] There’s a workshop spirit underneath it all, Bits and pieces leaning up against the wall, If it’s got some life left, he’ll figure it out, Hands get dirty while the music plays loud. And stretched across the carpet like he owns the damn place, There’s a giant house rabbit with a look on his face, While Tony’s chasing tones and turning knobs around, That rabbit ain’t impressed — he’s heard every bloody sound. [Pre-Chorus] No polished picture, No need to play a part, Just wood and wire, And a whole lotta heart. [Chorus] He’s the man behind the sound, Keeps his feet down on the ground, Low notes rolling, six strings crying, Keeps that old groove turning round. Yeah, the walls might shake, When that bass comes down, You might not see him coming— But you’ll damn sure hear the sound. [Instrumental – BIG soulful guitar solo] Long expressive blues-rock guitar solo over a heavy bass groove [Bass Breakdown] Strip it back… Four strings. No hiding now. Bass solo [Verse 3 – quieter, building] Some people chase money, Some people chase fame, Some need everybody To remember their name. But there’s something about music When it’s honest and raw, One note played right Says more than words ever could. So give him an old bass, Give that amplifier some room, Let the guitar start talking, Let the whole damn thing bloom… [Final Chorus – bigger] He’s the man behind the sound, Feel that low end shaking ground, Guitars singing, bassline swinging, Let that old groove roll around. Yeah, the walls might shake, When that bass comes down, You don’t need to know his story— You already know him by the sound. [Outro – guitar and bass trading licks] By the sound… Yeah… Four strings low… Six strings high… Turn it up one more time. [Extended guitar outro]
