[Long melodic phrases. Sung not spoken. Legato vocals. Continuous groove. No breakdowns. Keep drums and bass present throughout. Build through layers. Flow across line breaks. Stretch vowels. Hook-driven melodies.]
[Verse 1]
Everybody in the room got something to prove tonight
Talking like they own the moon while they’re borrowing somebody else’s light
The record on the turntable crackles like it knows my name
And every scratch inside the rhythm says we’re all pretending just the same
The bartender’s dancing while she’s counting up the change
A little bit of magic hiding in the ordinary things
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna be the loudest
I don’t wanna be the star
I just wanna feel the music
Like it’s living where we are
[Chorus]
Round and round and round we go
Like a vinyl ghost spinning slow
Caught between the memory and the beat
Something old and something new
Pulling me right through
Till the whole room’s moving with me
Round and round and round we go
Like a vinyl ghost spinning slow
Every little crackle in the sound
Feels like home somehow
[Verse 2]
Somebody’s laughing by the speakers with their head thrown back
Like they finally quit worrying about everything they think they lack
The bass line keeps on rolling like a river through the floor
And every person in the building starts becoming something more
Nobody’s checking for permission
Nobody’s waiting for a sign
Just a hundred different stories finding rhythm at the same time
[Chorus]
Round and round and round we go
Like a vinyl ghost spinning slow
Caught between the memory and the beat
Something old and something new
Pulling me right through
Till the whole room’s moving with me
[Rap Verse - stay on groove]
Yeah
Everybody chasing after moments they can post
Meanwhile the real thing happens when you forget about the pose
Seen a lot of people build a throne and sit alone
Seen a kid with busted headphones turn a hallway into home
That’s the difference
One is performance
One is living
One is noise and one is rhythm
One is looking for attention
One is listening
And tonight the room feels different
Like the walls are breathing too
Like the song was always waiting
For somebody to break through
[Final Chorus - full band, add layers]
Round and round and round we go
Like a vinyl ghost spinning slow
Caught between the memory and the beat
Something old and something new
Pulling me right through
Till the whole room’s moving with me
Round and round and round we go
Like a vinyl ghost spinning slow
Every little crackle in the sound
Feels like home somehow
Feels like home somehow
Feels like home somehow
Weber
