[Thick, Swirling Hammond B3 Organ Intro] (The organ chords roll in heavy and warm, vibrating with a bluesy gospel sway) [Verse 1] We sat on the wall till the winter turned cold, Watching the blue mist turn into gold. But you can't live forever up high in the sky, While the boots on the pavement are walking on by. So we’re dropping the anchor back into the clay, Washing the academic polish away. The Hammond is firing its electrical wheels, Plugging the engine straight into what feels. [Chorus] Get back in the dirt, let the soul organ groan, A heavy-set rhythm inside of the bone. Hold on to your hat when the gospel cuts through, Turning the ice back into the blue. No mind game analysing the chart, Just a ten-ton furnace inside of the heart. [Outro] (The organ plays a massive, sustained, vibrating chord that slowly fades with a rich Leslie swirl) The roots are reclaimed. The system is whole. [Heavy, triumphant late-1950s soul-jazz cadence] [Fade to End]
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