and I've gone walking down these four strings most every hour of every day, of every year and every busted heartbeat, just trying to get along to where the last riff kisses the dark/the subsonic groove, we call it
dub culture/midnight's vibration/something to reach for
some throat, some bottom, some neck and some deep clutch of riverpulse/gets you hot just strapping yourself into the thing/and the more you play, the hotter it gets, the slicker the slide/and all for nothing much because none of the songs you discover, ever come anywhere near to what you hear in your dreams
and I guess all that follows is about me taking a chance on the journey of the bass/and finally getting to reach the end of it/the end of the last tune, and what I find down there, in the grooves of the soul/and how come the music is always that one step beyond all the love you play it with/and how the bass ain't got four strings at all
just when you think you're getting the grip of it
how it's got these other strings, invisible like/below the low, and deepcore/you gotta dive down underload to get a finger on them/and watch yourself doing it, watch yourself
those strings can pull you under, believe me
ah shit/believe me please
jeff noon - needle in the groove
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