The air conditioner hums a low-frequency melody
Under the gaze of the midday moon
We kicked off our shoes at the studio door
Leaving our leather on the wooden floor
Barefoot and free with our toes on the pedals
We don't need trophies, we don't need medals
Only the power of vintage style and analog soul
In high resolution, the name of rock'n'roll
The hustle is a memory, the rush is over
We'll stay at the session until dawn
The Silverhead brothers take the initiative
With a high-speed thirst and rhythmic need
I feel the carpet, I feel the wire
Catching the spark of musical fire
Shoeless in the studio, no stress in my head
Washing away the pain of work
Barefoot and free, that's my song
That's the only way a veteran band wants to be
On the studio floor, we're looking for more
Shoeless in the studio, let the beat flow
The best damn party the coast has ever known
Barefoot and free, that's my song
That's the only way a veteran band wants to be
On the studio floor, we're looking for more
No shoes in the studio, let the rhythm go
The best party the coast has ever known
The Silverhead Brothers
