[Instrumental] [Intro] [vinyl crackle, kick drum and snare pattern starts] [Main Loop] [sampled jazz piano chords enter, sub bass follows piano root notes] [tambourine on off-beats] [Variation] [filtered synth whistle on beat 4] [piano loop continues] [Intro — tape hiss + distant harmonies] (soft humming) [Spoken Word] Yeah…you’re listing to Hive City Radio… Funny thing about home… Sometimes your spirit miss places your body never seen…this next Hot Track is by Omma, she talks about what home could mean and as always she keeps our Hive buzzing with latest drops ….she calls this one home…. [Verse 1] I get nostalgic over feelings I can’t trace Like memories planted deep before I knew my name Certain songs make my chest cave in strange Like I been here before but forgot the place Smell of rain hit the concrete at night Now I’m thinkin’ ‘bout a porch under yellow lights Screen door slammin’ somewhere outside And somebody yellin’ “baby come inside” But I never had that… still I mourn it though Like my soul got roots somewhere it don’t know Maybe in another life down an old dirt road Or a little black house with the heat too low And the people there loved me without conditions No survival mode, no distance No walls built tall from the things I witnessed Just peace in the kitchen… (pause) Damn… I miss it [Hook — layered warm harmonies] Take me hooome… To the place I ain’t seen yet But somehow I rememberrrr Warm light… slow nights… Love in the air like Septemberrrr And maybe I’m homesick For a dream heaven sent Cause my heart keep grieving Places I ain’t never been… [Verse 2] Maybe home ain’t buildings maybe home a feeling Maybe it’s the version of yourself still healing Maybe it’s the smell of your grandmother cooking Even if your childhood came broken Maybe home the laugh from the next room over Or old jazz records on a dusty sofa Ceiling fan spinning while the world move slower And nobody forcing you to grow up colder I swear sometimes the wind feel familiar Like ancestors whisper through the temperature Like “keep going baby don’t forget yourself” Even when the world make your spirit melt Hive City lights still buzzing outside Neon rain falling while the buses glide Everybody searching for somewhere to hide I think we all just trying to get home inside… [Bridge — spoken softly] What if home… ain’t a location? What if it’s peace? What if it’s safety? What if it’s finally being loved correctly… What if your spirit remembers what your mind had to forget? [Final Hook — fuller harmonies] Take me hooome… Somewhere warm beyond the chaos Somewhere my soul can rest… And maybe one day When the noise all fades I’ll find that porch light waiting for me yet… [softly spoken] Stay turned for more on W-HNY the radio station that keeps you buzzing with hits (bee ambience fades into vinyl crackle)
