Funk Central Scene

Welcome back to the mothership of memories.

We are taking it back to the street corner,

Under the gold light.

(ooh yeah!)

The heat was rising from the concrete floor

We were standing outside that record store

You had your collar up,

looking for the sound

When that heavy bassline shook the ground

A sudden moment frozen in the glass

Watching the late-night traffic pass

We found the groove right where we stood

Writing our story in the neighborhood

Under the gold light,

feeling alright We locked the rhythm down into the night

Yeah we locked it down! (ahhhh)

You turned around and said we'd make it far

Pointing our wishes at a distant star

Nothing but static

on the radio dial

But we had the rhythm

making us smile

That very second became a sacred view

I still remember the color of you

We found the groove right where we stood

Writing our story in the neighborhood

Under the gold light,

feeling alright

We locked the rhythm down into the night

Yeah we locked it down! (ooh-wee)

Keeping that picture in the frame...

Some things never change.

We still got the funk. (hummmm)