Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ They said the world would hum in wires Machines would croon the sweetest choirs That metal hands and neon scenes Would play and spin But baby, let me tell you true The soul won’t dance to auto-tune A ghost in circuits can’t improvise A heart don’t beat in digitized skies The future is acoustic, can’t you see? Brass will cry and bass runs free Ivory whispers, cymbals sigh A saxophone will kiss the sky No click track, no cold refrain Just rhythm breathing in the rain They built their walls of ones and zeros Called their silence brand-new heroes But when the night falls soft and blue It’s jazz that tells the story true The future is acoustic, mark my words A wooden soul beats wired worlds Electric dreams may come and go But swing will never lose its glow Let the cities blink and whir Let the satellites purr… In the cracks, sun and moonlight slips You’ll hear a sax, a bass, a kiss… ╭────────────────────────────╮ │ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ │ │ │ │ @ a A a @ │ │ │ │ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♫ ♩ │ ╰────────────────────────────╯ These lyrics are written and owned by The Badfatler / @aAa@. https://suno.com/@a__a__a @thebadfatler Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 The Badfatler / @aAa@ Music Arrangement: © 2025 @aAa@ Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ All rights reserved.
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