We pushed the meters way past the red Saying all the things that we left unsaid The needle is buried and the room is tight Sparks are flying in the middle of the night You cannot get this kind of heat alone Staring isolated at a glowing stone Sweat and tape Running on the spindle Sweat and tape Watch the anger dwindle When you put us in a room and you close the door The friction makes a sound like a rolling roar Compress it all down into something real You have got to get close if you want to heal The snare is snapping and the bass is deep Waking up the city from a bitter sleep There is a buzz in the amp and a hum in the wood Sounding like a resurrected neighborhood The digital clipping is a brittle blade But this is how the analog soul is made Sweat and tape Running on the spindle Sweat and tape Watch the anger dwindle When you put us in a room and you close the door The friction makes a sound like a rolling roar Compress it all down into something real You have got to get close if you want to heal Let it bleed Let the signal distort! We are building a bridge, not holding a fort Let it bleed Let the harmonics sing! This is the warmth that the struggle will bring! Sweat and tape Running on the spindle Sweat and tape Watch the anger dwindle When you put us in a room and you close the door The friction makes a sound like a rolling roar Compress it all down into something real You have got to get close if you want to heal Keep the tape rolling. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
