0019 Whispered Groove Sessions

(ahh) Mm, take it slow (ooh)

I lean in close,

let the room stay small

Kick and snare talk low by the wall Hands on the grain

of a worn-out chair

Old keys turning up that smoky air

I don't rush fire,

I let it breathe

Thread my name through the hi-hat seam Cool on the tongue,

gold in the tone I make a whole mood out of almost

gone

Slow burn, hold me in the pocket

Sweet turn, never need to force it

Low light, let the Hammond call it

I ride the groove till the whole room wants it

Slow burn, smooth hand on the moment

Stay close, let the small things open

All night, cool as if we own it

I ride the groove till the whole room wants it

You can hear truth in the space I keep In the half-smile

swing of the backbeat

No hard sell, just a patient slide Bass line curling like a

midnight tide

I speak soft, but the frame stays firm

Every little pause got a place to turn From the floor to

the glass to the sleeve on spin

This kind of heat starts under the skin

Tell me what moves when the words fall thin

Is it the drum or the want within

(ooh) I keep it plain,

let the feeling show A quiet hand on a steady glow

Slow burn, hold me in the pocket

Sweet turn, never need to force it

Low light, let the Hammond call it

I ride the groove till the whole room wants it Slow burn,

smooth hand on the moment

Stay close, let the small things open

All night, cool as if we own it

I ride the groove till the whole room wants it

Ride it slow

Let it roll (ooh)

Stay low