[Intro]
Dust on my fingers, stories in the grooves
Every record I touch got secrets to prove
Hidden in the static, beneath the sleeve
Ghosts of the forgotten who help this scene breathe
[Verse 1]
Late nights wiping down these wooden shelves
While trust fund kids drop stacks on themselves
They don't see me moving through these aisles
Cleaning up their fingerprints with tired smiles
Mom said "stay invisible, just get paid"
But these vinyls speak to me through the fade
Each scratch tells a story of someone's hands
Who pressed these records in distant lands
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Verse 2]
Sweep the floor while hipsters talk that talk
About authenticity - man, that shit makes me balk
'Cause I'm living what they're trying to buy
Cultural vultures with their heads held high
But I know these records like my own skin
Every dusty corner where the truth begins
Sample of my people in their favorite track
But they don't know the hands that got their back
[Bridge]
Invisible labor, visible sound
Building their culture from underground
Every record clean, every sleeve replaced
Another ghost note that can't be erased
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Outro]
Tonight I'm cleaning records, tomorrow who knows?
But my fingerprints are pressed in every song that flows
Silent contributors to their vinyl dreams
We're the ghost notes in their sampling schemes
Lys Vert - Ghost Notes Lyrics
Lys Vert - Ghost Notes Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Dust on my fingers, stories in the grooves
Every record I touch got secrets to prove
Hidden in the static, beneath the sleeve
Ghosts of the forgotten who help this scene breathe
[Verse 1]
Late nights wiping down these wooden shelves
While trust fund kids drop stacks on themselves
They don't see me moving through these aisles
Cleaning up their fingerprints with tired smiles
Mom said "stay invisible, just get paid"
But these vinyls speak to me through the fade
Each scratch tells a story of someone's hands
Who pressed these records in distant lands
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Verse 2]
Sweep the floor while hipsters talk that talk
About authenticity - man, that shit makes me balk
'Cause I'm living what they're trying to buy
Cultural vultures with their heads held high
But I know these records like my own skin
Every dusty corner where the truth begins
Sample of my people in their favorite track
But they don't know the hands that got their back
[Bridge]
Invisible labor, visible sound
Building their culture from underground
Every record clean, every sleeve replaced
Another ghost note that can't be erased
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Outro]
Tonight I'm cleaning records, tomorrow who knows?
But my fingerprints are pressed in every song that flows
Silent contributors to their vinyl dreams
We're the ghost notes in their sampling schemes
Dust on my fingers, stories in the grooves
Every record I touch got secrets to prove
Hidden in the static, beneath the sleeve
Ghosts of the forgotten who help this scene breathe
[Verse 1]
Late nights wiping down these wooden shelves
While trust fund kids drop stacks on themselves
They don't see me moving through these aisles
Cleaning up their fingerprints with tired smiles
Mom said "stay invisible, just get paid"
But these vinyls speak to me through the fade
Each scratch tells a story of someone's hands
Who pressed these records in distant lands
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Verse 2]
Sweep the floor while hipsters talk that talk
About authenticity - man, that shit makes me balk
'Cause I'm living what they're trying to buy
Cultural vultures with their heads held high
But I know these records like my own skin
Every dusty corner where the truth begins
Sample of my people in their favorite track
But they don't know the hands that got their back
[Bridge]
Invisible labor, visible sound
Building their culture from underground
Every record clean, every sleeve replaced
Another ghost note that can't be erased
[Chorus]
Ghost notes in the background
We keep this whole shit running underground
Ghost notes, they never write us down
But we're the pulse that keeps this city's sound
Ghost notes, ghost notes
We're in between the grooves they never quote
[Outro]
Tonight I'm cleaning records, tomorrow who knows?
But my fingerprints are pressed in every song that flows
Silent contributors to their vinyl dreams
We're the ghost notes in their sampling schemes
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC