Echoes in the Attic ext v2.1.2.2

Echoes in the Attic ext v2.1.2.2

2024-04-26

Creado por ShibaInu49 con Udio AI

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Echoes in the Attic ext v2.1.2.2

2024-04-26

Lyrics

Yo, in the attic, high, finding past time, yo Dusty boxes filled with life's show, hey Memories tend to hide, but they glow, yo Somewhere between the love and the old photos As the skyline holds my gaze for days Rhymes bring back the city's olden ways Every trinket's got a tale to raise Heirlooms playing the tunes that the heart replays One turn, a vinyl record plays, yo Spinnin' melodies of yesterday, hey In the corner, grandpa's hat and cane, yo Feels like the city's whispering my name On these streets, history is paved Every artifact, a moment saved So I serenade, with a pen and pad Among the echoes of the life that they had In these dusty frames, yo, stories untold, hey Lives unfaded, their legacies bold, yo Stacked letters, love's language aged like gold, hey Caught in the attic, where secrets unfold The lamp flickers on a stage that's set Pages of diaries, moments we won't forget Ink faded on paper, the scent of regret Nostalgia's grip, in the attic where our past is met Each step on the floorboard's a memory's dance Yo, scribbled verses, I glance, take a chance, hey Saxophone echoes, mix with tales untold, yo Mingling with dust, in the air, so cold, hey Snapshots in sepia, stories of the brave, yo Found in the attic, a history cave Jazz in the background, a New York beat, hey In rhythm with heartbeats, a city's retreat, yo From the treasures I find, to the beat of the streets, hey The attic's a gateway, where yesterday greets Got the skyline as my muse, the pulse of the trains The attic’s full of life, the memories it contains, yo See, in this attic space, so still, so wide Each dusty corner where secrets hide A box of tickets, from the subway rides Lost times aboard the A, C, uptown, lakeside Old knick-knacks, each with tales to tell Like broken watches, where each tick fell In the silence, hear the city's yell A metronome that captures NY's spell, yo [Verse 2] Up here, where time just falls away, hey A museum of 'me', artifacts on display, yo