[Big, Punchy Horn Section Intro] (The trumpets and saxophones trade loud, swinging calls and responses) [Verse 1] The walls of the banks came tumbling down, A heavy grey blanket over the town. The pockets are empty, the modern days cold, But the rhythm section has a ledger of gold. Seventeen workers step onto the stand, Mapping the air with a wave of the hand. No free play hiding in the dark tonight, We're building a tower out of brass and light. [Chorus] Let the brass call out, let the saxes reply, We're swinging the weight right out of the sky. No luck needed when the big engine rolls, Healing the system and warming the souls. The bass is a heartbeat that refuses to break, Look at the beautiful patterns we make. [Bridge: The Section Trade] (The trumpets shout a fast phrase, and the saxophones instantly mimic them) [Spoken/Whispered Loop] Count the rhythm... Watch the lead... [Spoken/Whispered Loop] Out of the shadow... Into the speed... [Outro] (The tenor saxophone plays a warm, solo melody that rises above the final crashing big band chord) The ballroom is soaring. The depression is gone. The Duke and the Count are ruling the roost. [Grand, sophisticated 1930s big band finish] [Fade to End]
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