"Diggin' those crates." Floating past the belt where the silence hum Needles packed tight, still chasing that drum Zero-grav crates, fingers numb in the void Still digging for a sound that the stars avoid Maps don’t work where I’m digging at Just faith in grooves and a dusty format Satellites spin like old B-sides Every planet got a beat inside Crates stamped unknown, labels burned Lost transmissions, never learned I crack one open, there it is A loop that bends like a solar fizz No charts up here, just feel and time If it knock in space, it knock in my mind Astrobeats, let it ride Crate dust floating, open wide Astrobeats, pull that sound From the dark where the lost get found Astrobeats, let it ride Crate dust floating, open wide Astrobeats, pull that sound From the dark where the lost get found Thumbprints frozen on the wax History hum in the feedback cracks No gravity but the snare still slap That’s science when the head still tap From lunar funk to Martian soul I loop the past just to make it fold Every skip got a story to tell Every groove a ship’s black box shell If the world went quiet tonight I’d still hear drums in the afterlight Astrobeats, let it ride Crate dust floating, open wide Astrobeats, pull that sound From the dark where the lost get found Astrobeats, let it ride Crate dust floating, open wide Astrobeats, pull that sound From the dark where the lost get found Still digging… Even when the stars run out
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