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MIDNIGHT CONCERTS

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Intro — amp cable crackle, distorted radio burst, reverse guitar scrape, bass-string rattle, drumsticks counting unevenly, sudden full-band hit] [Verse 1 — fast rhythmic delivery] The crowd showed up before the dark Standing like statues around the rocks No tickets taken, no velvet rope Just twisted branches and desert ghosts Everybody waiting for the moon To cut through the clouds and strike the room No one speaks and no one leaves The night starts moving through the trees [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath The light is coming Feel the ground The rhythm’s running [Chorus — melodic] Midnight concerts Filling the desert with sound Echoing off of the mountains Dancing its way back down Midnight concerts Playing for no one at all The stars take turns in the spotlight While shadows cover the walls [Verse 2 — fast rhythmic delivery] Loud rhythms rolling through the stone Turning the emptiness into a home The mountains throw every note back twice Cold as the dark, but sharp as light No one is moving No one makes a sound They’re only standing Waiting all around For the next bright star To show itself Then disappear Like everyone else [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath The sky is changing Feel that pulse The night is waking [Chorus — melodic] Midnight concerts Filling the desert with sound Echoing off of the mountains Dancing its way back down Midnight concerts Playing for no one at all The stars take turns in the spotlight While shadows cover the walls [Bridge — half-time, heavy] No singer No stage No names upon a page No speakers No lights Just noise across the night The moon conducts The mountains sing The desert turns To everything [Breakdown — bass and drums] Wait for it Wait for it Another star is coming Wait for it Wait for it I can feel the whole sky humming [Final Chorus — explosive] Midnight concerts Shaking the desert floor Echoing off of the mountains Then coming back for more Midnight concerts Under an endless sky The stars burn out in the spotlight But the music never dies [Outro — instruments abruptly cut; one fading guitar-feedback tone] No one is moving They’re waiting for the next star