Verse 1: Spanish Folk / Psychedelic) The tears I have cried are settled on the floor I search for the shadows that are here no more One was the color of a midnight sky The other like the ink when the poets cry One blue, one black, a mismatched pair Vanished like smoke into the golden air If you see them dancing on another’s feet Bring them back to me on this lonely street (Chorus: 1960s Surf Rock / Upright Bass Jazz) (Transition: The surf beat cuts into a walking acoustic bassline and brushing snare) Oh, give them back! My blue and black! I’m running off the rails on a one-way track They’ve seen the world, they’ve seen the sun Give them back or I can't go on! (Verse 2: Spanish Folk / Country) (Transition: Steel pedal guitar swells blend with the nylon strings) The stadium cheered, the bells they rang In the holy house where the choir sang With holy grace and a rhythmic pace I wore those threads when I won the race Through the cathedral and the dusty lane They carried my joy and they hid my pain One blue, one black, a mismatched pair Vanished like smoke into the golden air (Bridge: Psychedelic Folk / Progressive Rock) (Slowing down, ethereal flute, shimmering tambourine, and Mellotron synths) I swam the English Channel, the water was grey Mum said they’d keep the winter at bay The salt was a sting, the current was old The fabric grew heavy, my feet grew cold But I rubbed them together—a spark in the deep A magic that woke from a century’s sleep Friction and fire, the magic in the yarn Ripped and holy, blessed and torn (Verse 3: 1960s Surf Rock / Reggae) (Transition: Fast, frantic drumming instantly gives way to an off-beat skank guitar and deep bass groove) I climbed the mountain where the eagles nest Everest bowing to the blue and black crest I stood on the summit, the world was a joke I sat in the clouds and I had a smoke But the years are a thief and the money is spent The magic is gone where the memories went I’m old and I’m broke and I’m losing my mind Searching for the pieces I left behind (Interlude: Hip-Hop / Doom Metal) (Transition: Heavy, distorted electric riffs and industrial 808 sub-bass take over) Yo, search the ashes, dig the trenches Looking for the treasure in the dusty benches I won't stop till the pieces match My hands dug deep in the leather batch! (Guttural roar) Frayed threads! Heavy leads! Nothing’s gonna stop me till the old heart bleeds! (Outro: Synth-Pop / Spanish Folk) (Transition: The metal and bass abruptly halt into a shimmering, fast-paced 1980s synthesizer arpeggio, before resolving into a single, slow Spanish guitar pluck) So if you’ve got them, friend or foe The blue and the black from the long ago The magic is tattered, the heels are thin But give them back... so I can begin again.
