[Intro: bass alone, then the one drop, spoken low male] Second Saturday Church hall, Lewisham Turn the bass up Leave the top [Verse 1: male] Thirty years I carried speakers up the church hall stairs Ran a sound called Sweet Majesty, the best one anywhere Every second Saturday I played the slow ones late And I found you on a lovers tune in nineteen eighty eight Now the doctor draws a picture, says the high notes leave you first And the birds outside our window are as quiet as a church [Pre-Chorus: male] Can't hear the kettle Can't hear the telephone Can't hear you laughing in the kitchen So I sit in the front room alone [Chorus: male, female answering low] Sing it low, Marcia (low, low) Down where the bassline goes All the high notes left me, but the low end stays Sing it low, Marcia (low, low) Down where I can find you Sing it low [Verse 2: female, low and smoky] I was the high one, Winston, sugar up above the strings Every dance in eighty eight, the girl who sang the top of things So I practiced in the bath and on the night bus coming home Took it down a step each morning till I found a lower tone There's a woman in the basement of my voice I never knew She's been waiting all my life down there, and she sings it all for you [Pre-Chorus: female] You stopped going to the dances Said the music's not the same Now you nod when people talk to you And you smile when they say your name [Half Chorus: both, female low] Sing it low, Marcia (low, low) Down where the bassline goes All the high notes left me, but the low end stays Sing it low [Bridge: dub breakdown, bass and drums only, echo on voices, spoken female] Come to the front, Winston Hand on the box [Spoken male] I feel it [Sung female, low] Now put your hand on me [Sung male] I can hear you, Marcia (hear you, hear you) [Verse 3: male, strings return] Second Saturday, Young Kwame on the sound I used to run Hands me down the box of records, says, Uncle, play the last one So I play the tune we met on, and I feel it through the floor Through my shoes and up my knees the way I felt it years before And you lay your head against my chest and sing it low and slow And the whole hall sings the top for me, the high part I let go [Final Chorus: both, close harmony] Sing it low, Marcia (low, low) And the whole hall sings it high All the high notes left me, but the low end stays Sing it low, Marcia (low, low) Right here where I can find you Sing it low [Outro: bass and one drop fade, spoken male] Was that loud enough? [Spoken female] Perfect [Spoken male] Again
