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Basement Switch

BASEMENT SWITCH (A Reworking of an original instrumental track , The Hump, by Silvio Vinci) The last bus wheezes up the hill, The shops have shut, the air stands still. A basement shakes the pavement loose; I step inside and call a truce. My shoulders drop, my fingers twitch; That low note finds the hidden switch. Get me over the hump tonight, Shake the dust out, set me right. One more turn and I’m off the ground— Let the ceiling spin around. My coat lies crumpled by the door, The day can’t reach me anymore. I find the breath I left outside And let the backbeat change my stride. My shoulders drop, my fingers twitch; That low note finds the hidden switch. Get me over the hump tonight, Shake the dust out, set me right. One more turn and I’m off the ground— Let the ceiling spin around. The window bends the street in two, The far end swings into my view. I hold the rhythm, lose the weight, And let the evening change its shape. Get me over the hump tonight, Shake the dust out, set me right. One more turn and I’m off the ground— Let the ceiling spin around. Get me over the hump tonight… Shake the dust out, set me right.

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BASEMENT SWITCH
(A Reworking of an original instrumental track , The Hump, by Silvio Vinci)

The last bus wheezes up the hill,
The shops have shut, the air stands still.
A basement shakes the pavement loose;
I step inside and call a truce.

My shoulders drop, my fingers twitch;
That low note finds the hidden switch.

Get me over the hump tonight,
Shake the dust out, set me right.
One more turn and I’m off the ground—
Let the ceiling spin around.

My coat lies crumpled by the door,
The day can’t reach me anymore.
I find the breath I left outside
And let the backbeat change my stride.

My shoulders drop, my fingers twitch;
That low note finds the hidden switch.

Get me over the hump tonight,
Shake the dust out, set me right.
One more turn and I’m off the ground—
Let the ceiling spin around.

The window bends the street in two,
The far end swings into my view.
I hold the rhythm, lose the weight,
And let the evening change its shape.

Get me over the hump tonight,
Shake the dust out, set me right.
One more turn and I’m off the ground—
Let the ceiling spin around.

Get me over the hump tonight…
Shake the dust out, set me right.

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