Fusion #4. The Market Has a Heartbeat

[Intro — Congas and market ambience] Hear the rhythm in the street, Everybody brings a beat. [Verse 1] At six the baker raised the shutters, flour dancing in the air, The fruit seller stacked her oranges in a pyramid of care. A drummer carried buckets down the cobblestone arcade, And a woman selling flowers hummed a melody she'd made. By seven every corner had a rhythm of its own, And the marketplace was singing in a hundred different tones. [Pre-Chorus — Brass accents] Listen to the wheels turning, Listen to the people greet. Every little working morning Has a rhythm underneath. [Chorus — Full brass and percussion] The market has a heartbeat, Hear it in the busy street. Different hands and different stories, Everybody brings a beat. The market has a heartbeat, Feel the music in your feet. Every voice can find a place Inside this moving melody. [Instrumental Break — 8 bars, conga and brass solos] [Verse 2] The baker brought the drummer a warm roll from the oven, The florist traded roses for a tune about her mother. A kid with painted sneakers tapped the rhythm on a crate, And an elder taught him patterns from a place across the waves. Nobody owned the music, everybody gave it room, Even tired morning workers found a little space to move. [Bridge — Call-and-response] We can trade more than a purchase, We can trade a little time. Every person has a rhythm, Every story has a rhyme. [Final Chorus — Full ensemble] The market has a heartbeat, Hear it in the busy street. Different hands and different stories, Everybody brings a beat. The market has a heartbeat, Feel the music in your feet. Every voice can find a place Inside this moving melody. [Outro — Brass fades into street percussion] When the stalls were closing, The drummer packed away. But the market's little heartbeat Kept on moving through the day.