Neon Palms

[Intro] [Sound of three scooters pulling up and idling] [Deep, echoing bass drop] [Spacey, rhythmic organ swells] [Verse 1] One by one, the headlights cut the dark Gathering down where the sea meets the park No time clocks ticking, no more pallet jacks Just the sound of the ocean and the scooters in stacks We look like a design, 300 DPI Under the glow of a violet sky [Chorus] Meet me under the Neon Palms tonight Where the Fly Club patches catch the blue light The shift is a memory, the morning is far We’re the only kings under the evening star Yeah, it’s a midnight roll call, soul on fire Lining up the bikes on a tropical wire [Verse 2] Check the embroidery, check the fresh ink Taking a moment just to breathe and to think We talk about the mods and the routes that we take The moves that we made and the records we break From the "Aisle Blue" shadows to the neon glow This is the only life we ever want to know [Bridge] [Heavy Dub breakdown - Drum and Bass focus] [Echoing vocals] Stickers on the fender... Patches on the sleeve... A world we created... A world we never leave... Copy that, Fly Club... copy that... [Guitar/Saxophone Duel Solo] [Soulful sax and clean island guitar trading licks] [Chorus] Meet me under the Neon Palms tonight Where the Fly Club patches catch the blue light The shift is a memory, the morning is far We’re the only kings under the evening star Yeah, it’s a midnight roll call, soul on fire Lining up the bikes on a tropical wire [Outro] [Bass pulses slowly as the music fades] Neon Palms... Fly Club assembly... Establish the brand... Protect the night... [Sound of a lighter flicking and a soft ocean breeze] [End]