Grindtime Anthem

Check one, two... mic check.

Back on the pavement.

Watch the tempo swing.

Step across the asphalt before the sun is high Reading every shadow

drifting through the clear blue sky Paper in my pocket with the

margins running thin Counting every loss before the morning can begin Spit

the heavy cadence, keep the meter locked and clean Living in the

spaces right between what's heard and seen Concrete under sole,

city breathing through the grates Waiting on a verdict while the heavy

pendulum waits

Turn the dial up,

let the needle hit the groove

Give us one solid reason just to make another move

(yeah) From the corner to the crown,

hold it steady, hold the line

We just taking back the rhythm that we left behind

Notebook full of sketches that I never threw away

Saving all the bitter thoughts for another rainy day

Watch the yellow cabs rushing down the avenue

Everything to prove and nothing left to lose to you

Keep the pocket tight when the tempo tries to drag Sticking to

the craft while the counterfeits just brag Footsteps on the curb sounding

off like steady clocks Carrying the weight through these quiet city blocks

Turn the dial up,

let the needle hit the groove

Give us one solid reason just to make another move

(come

on)

From the corner to the crown,

hold it steady, hold the line

We just taking back the rhythm that we left behind

No shortcuts on this road.

Just heavy wheels and a heavy load.

Listen close when the sirens fade away...

Tomorrow got its own price to pay.

Turn the dial up,

let the needle hit the groove

(turn it up!) Give us one solid reason just to make another

move

From the corner to the crown,

hold it steady, hold the line

We just taking back the rhythm that we left behind

(that's right)

Yeah.

Keep it spinning.

Block by block.

East side to west.