The Floating Moment

[Intro] (A slow, dragging blues-rock drum beat, a crying Japanese Shakuhachi flute or Duduk in A minor, followed by a warm, close-mic acoustic guitar arpeggio) [Verse 1] The sheets are tangled, the afternoon is sweet, We’re lying naked, hiding from the busy street. The light is amber on your perfect, flawless skin, I don’t know where the music ends and where your sighs begin. You are too beautiful to keep, too wild to belong, A temporary angel in a dark, forgotten song. I know the countdown’s running, I know you’ll walk away, But I don't give a damn about tomorrow’s grey. [Chorus] Oh, let the sweet, sad melody slowly spin! Forget the expiration date before the tears begin. An Enka cry inside a Harlem midnight room, A minor sanctuary burning in the gloom. The sub-bass is a heartbeat, the saxophone is low, The moment’s floating by... and I just let it go. [Verse 2] Your hair is like a shadow on my weary chest, In this A-minor haven, I have found my rest. The amplifier’s glowing, the speaker cones vibrate, Washing from my memory the heavy hands of fate. I won't demand a promise, I won't demand a sign, Right now, in this clean vacuum, your naked breath is mine. The Japanese strings are weeping for the things we cannot hold, But this sweet, bitter instant is worth its weight in gold. [Bridge] (The heavy blues beat drops out completely. Only a thick, pulsating analogue sub-bass and a хрустальный перебор африканской коры. The low baritone voice whispers with intense warmth directly into the mic) Let them write the rules outside... Let them count the cost. But right now, under this lamp light, Nothing has been lost. [Outro] (The slow, sensual blues-Enka groove returns. The low-register Baritone Saxophone plays a long, weeping solo, dueling with the Kora and Shakuhachi. The low male voice chuckles softly and fades into a deep, vibrating rumble.) Pure sound. Pure skin. Stay in the moment... (Fade out with a tragic, dusty guitar strum and a sharp mechanical amplifier click into total silence)