Noir Vinyl Symphony

[Intro - vinyl crackle, scratch phrases, French horns] D minor on black lacquer, C minor drips from the record stack. [Verse 1] The city breathes smoke, the windows are blind, strings like shadows that follow behind. A piano ostinato, monotonous, cold, every bar an echo that the walls still hold. Your name in the grooves, lost in the hiss, between cellos and dust, between anger and risk. [Hook] Noir Vinyl Symphony, black and severe, the record keeps turning but the beat wants more here. Scratches like scars on the skin of the night, an orchestra waking from silence to light. [Turntablism Solo - aggressive cuts, stereo left/right] (Instrumental: scratch phrases as call-and-response with the horns) [Verse 2] The horns tell stories of asphalt and glare, a double bass walks where hope doesn't dare. Triplet swing like a heart that stumbles, the DJ cuts what the violin mumbles. I drop the needle down like a prayer, because under the crackle your shadow's still there. [Hook] Noir Vinyl Symphony, black and severe, the record keeps turning but the beat wants more here. Scratches like scars on the skin of the night, an orchestra waking from silence to light. [Bridge - cellos & piano, quieter, cuts pull back] And when the last groove finally breaks, only the dust in the spotlight shakes. D minor fades out, C minor stands still, like a name we no longer know how to feel. [Finale - low-end drum break, scratch outro] Noir Vinyl Symphony … (scratch) … waking from silence to light. (turntable runs out)