[slap bass slides in — wah guitar answers — drums lock the pocket] VOICE 1 (playful, relaxed, half-sung — plenty of air): emptied out the trunk, swept the floor don't need a witness to feel the score bass in the chest, nowhere to be nobody watching — just the pocket and me [groove opens up — rhodes swell] VOICE 2 (soulful, easy hook): ain't no audience, ain't no crowd just the kind of loud that don't make a sound ain't no stage and ain't no light just the pocket — and the pocket's right VOICE 1 (sparse, riding it): repeat? nah — the loop's retired every bar a little less wired shoulders loose, kettle on the groove don't ask where the day's gone it don't broadcast, it don't explain just moves the weather out the frame two left feet don't matter here the pocket don't grade, the pocket don't leer [wah guitar solo — bass walks — drums breathe] VOICE 2 (hook, warmer): ain't no audience, ain't no crowd just the kind of loud that don't make a sound ain't no stage and ain't no light just the pocket — and the pocket's right [groove thins — bass and hat ticking] VOICE 3 (spoken, dry, amused): Nobody clapped. Nobody watched. That's how you know it was real. Clean node. Feet still moving.
