[Verse] Catch me on the porch, sunset glow street Rhymes flow lazy, style antique Words drift slow through the breeze Neighbor kids laugh, pure childhood tease [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown [Verse 2] Starlight sprawled on an old wooden deck Memories stacked high, feel the respect Digits on my page, no digital tech Nostalgia verse tight, the past I dissect [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown [Bridge] Ghosts of legends, haunt my pen Each stroke a tribute, to where I been Ink blot tears, mix with gin Silent rebellion, from within [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown
mellow folk acoustic
English
The lyrics evoke a sense of nostalgia, introspection, and a longing for simplicity, capturing the essence of cherished memories and the passage of time. There is also a hint of rebellion and a celebration of authenticity in the creative process.
This song can be effectively used in reflective or introspective moments, such as during a quiet evening or while reminiscing about the past. It could serve as a background track for storytelling, poetry readings, or even scenes in films that evoke nostalgia.
The song features an organic and mellow instrumentation typical of folk music, with a focus on acoustic sounds. The lyrics employ vivid imagery and metaphor to explore themes of memory and authenticity, utilizing internal rhyme and repetition in the chorus for a singable, engaging quality.
[Verse] Catch me on the porch, sunset glow street Rhymes flow lazy, style antique Words drift slow through the breeze Neighbor kids laugh, pure childhood tease [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown [Verse 2] Starlight sprawled on an old wooden deck Memories stacked high, feel the respect Digits on my page, no digital tech Nostalgia verse tight, the past I dissect [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown [Bridge] Ghosts of legends, haunt my pen Each stroke a tribute, to where I been Ink blot tears, mix with gin Silent rebellion, from within [Chorus] Silent bars scream, no microphone Heart's beat, rhythm from the metronome Whispers to the moon, tales we condone Truth hits harder when it’s homegrown
