Pocket Full of Dice

Ultra-quiet minimal experimental groove at micro-tempo, built from a single drip/click motif chopped into a precise pulse, Hushed kick, muted snare, sparse sub-bass, granular delay, tape hiss, filtered synth drones drift through wet tiled bathroom ambience with close reflections, long slapback, subtle stereo motion, and vast negative space

[Verse 1] I missed the bus on purpose Took the long way past the store Bought a pack of gum and a red notebook Found a key I never saw before Told my friend I had a plan But I changed it at the door Now I’m rolling with my own two hands And I don’t need much more [Pre-Chorus] Pick a lane, pick a card Let it shake me up If the day comes crooked I just cup it up [Chorus] Let it roll, let it roll Let the strange wind blow Pocket full of dice I go where I don’t know Let it roll, let it roll That’s the way I chose Pocket full of dice And a grin that grows [Verse 2] Bought tomatoes, skipped the bread Traded silence for a song The lady at the counter laughed Said, “You came back all along” I painted lines on the back porch With a brush and mango stain Then the neighbor’s dog came running Like he wanted in the frame [Pre-Chorus] Pick a lane, pick a card Let it shake me up If the day comes crooked I just cup it up [Chorus] Let it roll, let it roll Let the strange wind blow Pocket full of dice I go where I don’t know Let it roll, let it roll That’s the way I chose Pocket full of dice And a grin that grows [Bridge] Maybe I’m a little wild Maybe I’m a little sweet Maybe I like the left turn Better than the straight street So I toss the whole thing higher Watch it spin and click If the world keeps changing shape I can dance with it [Final Chorus] Let it roll, let it roll Let the strange wind blow Pocket full of dice I go where I don’t know Let it roll, let it roll That’s the way I chose Pocket full of dice And a grin that grows Pocket full of dice Pocket full of dice Let it roll, let it roll Let it go, let it go

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