Lyric

Neon lights in a gramophone spin

Future hiding where the past begins

Brass like lightning in a coded dream

Everything is louder than it seems

Tick-tock swing in a digital glow

Old soul dancing with a glitchy flow

Silk and steel in a bassline dive

This is how the dead sounds stay alive

They said it’s old, they said it’s gone

But it’s rewriting every song

From smoky rooms to laser skies

It never really says goodbye

Jazz is ancient, jazz is new

A mirror cracked in every hue

It looks behind, it moves ahead

It’s every word that’s never said

We bend the rules, we break the time

In syncopated borderline

Where swing meets circuit, sparks collide

And nothing ever stays inside

Hear it in the future’s breath

Hear it laughing at the death

Of anything that tries to freeze

The way it moves, the way it breathes

So press play on the century

Let the past become debris

Because every beat you think you know

Is just a place for jazz to go

It’s old, it’s new, it’s always now

And it shows us how somehow

The future’s just a melody

That learned how to be free