歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Deep crates in the shop on the corner Dust on sleeves of a jazz-playing mourner Needle skips on the crackle of vinyl Nothing felt permanent, nothing felt final Now there’s a lock on the gate They don’t sell the soul anymore Glass where the murals were painted History’s faded and tainted [Chorus] The block is getting quiet A silent kind of riot They’re tearing down our home Leaving us to wander alone The lights are turning blue The old is becoming new The street is pushing through [Verse] Steam would rise to the ceiling Mrs. Maria was healing the feeling She knew every name on the road Folding sheets while stories were told Now it’s a gym with a fee No room for the neighbors or free She’s watching the cranes from the porch Holding the neighborhood torch [Bridge] Can’t erase the rhythm of feet Walking on the rhythm of beat The trumpet’s in the alleyway tonight Keeping up the fire and light [Verse] Calculated move for the capital Culture made into something adaptable Internal schemes in the struggle Life’s just a puzzle to juggle Ghosts in the brickwork are speaking The structure is starting its creaking We’re caretakers of the sacred ground Even when they quiet the sound [Chorus] The block is getting quiet A silent kind of riot They’re tearing down our home Leaving us to wander alone The lights are turning blue The old is becoming new The street is pushing through [Post-Chorus] Pushing through Me and you The avenue The truth is due [Verse] The skyline is looking so hollow Hard for the youth to follow The barber and cafe are gone But the heartbeat is carrying on From stoops to the subway lines Reading truth in the neon signs Can’t gentrify the way we dream Or the golden sunset beam [Chorus] The block is getting quiet A silent kind of riot They’re tearing down our home Leaving us to wander alone The lights are turning blue The old is becoming new The street is pushing through [Outro]
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