[Instrumental Intro] [Opening Vocal] Something turns beneath the water. Something answers downstream. [Verse 1] Moonlight slips through cypress knees, black scales shining through the reeds. Warm mud folds around his feet, something underneath keeps beat. Old blood moving, slow and sure, older than the road or shore. Then the whole dark water shakes with the sound his body makes. [Pre-Chorus] Low and slow, let the whole marsh know. No need for words tonight. Just shake the water right. [Chorus] Bellow low, bellow deep, wake the black water from its sleep. Piston heart and iron lung, call her where the night is young. Bellow low, let it roll, thunder coming from below. Mud and moon and ancient heat, make the whole bayou keep the beat. [Post-Chorus] Low… low… low… [Verse 2] He’s been waiting half the season, looking handsome by reptile law. No shirt, no shoes, no conversation, eighty teeth inside his jaw. No flowers floating down the current, no velvet promises tonight. Just a throat built out of thunder sending signals through the night. [Pre-Chorus] Hear it turn. Hear it catch. Hear the dark come rolling back. One low call across the shore. Then silence. Then one more. [Chorus] Bellow low, bellow deep, wake the black water from its sleep. Piston heart and iron lung, call her where the night is young. Bellow low, let it roll, thunder coming from below. Mud and moon and ancient heat, make the whole bayou keep the beat. [Verse 3] Far beyond the cattail line, something moves where moonbeams shine. Ripples widening through the black, one long answer rolling back. Then another. Then another. Shaking water, root and stone. All along the sleeping shoreline ancient engines start to drone. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] For a moment the bayou stills. No reeds moving. No water turning. Nothing but the moon on the surface. Then from somewhere across the black water… [Brief Full-Band Pause] [Male Vocal] Well. That worked. [Final Chorus] Bellow low, bellow deep, shake the roots beneath your feet. Piston heart and ancient blood, send that thunder through the mud. Bellow low, bellow wide, something’s answering tonight. Mud and moon and rolling soul, let the Piston-Heart Bayou roll. [Final Chorus Reprise] Bellow low, bellow deep, wake the black water from its sleep. Piston heart and iron lung, call her where the night is young. Bellow low, let it roll, thunder coming from below. Mud and moon and ancient heat, make the whole bayou keep the beat. [Outro] Low… low… low… Piston heart beneath the reeds. Low… low… [Bright relaxed instrumental ending]
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