The static hangs in even air
No weight to bear
no dream to spare
I move along the steady line
No lost design
no new define
The hours drift without a tilt
No guilt to filter
no joy to built
A middle plane I always find
No low
no high
no changing mind
The room holds no emotional tide
No tears to hide
no glow to ride
I settle in the muted rhyme
Just simple sound
just passing time
This is the muted constant blues
Violin drift and saxophone cues
Electronic pulse to hold the groove
No win to prove
no loss to soothe
This old tone stays still and true
No worn out wound
Flat and steady
unconfused
Pure classic blues
unamused
The notes roll slow across the dark
No empty mark
no shining spark
I breathe the calm that never shifts
No rising lifts
no falling drifts
The silence moves in subtle loops
No broken groups
no cheering troops
I stand within the balanced view
Old school blues
subdued and new
This is the muted constant blues
Violin drift and saxophone cues
Electronic pulse to hold the groove
No win to prove
no loss to soothe
This old tone stays still and true
No worn out wound
Flat and steady
unconfused
Pure classic blues
unamused
