Copper Wire
Drift
Funk bass so round you can feel it in the floorboards. Rhodes and wah guitar trade warmth while drums swing lazy behind the beat. This is Saturday kitchen energy — barefoot, spatula in hand, moving without thinking about it.
Lyrics
Barefoot on the kitchen tile
Something simmering low and sweet
Wooden spoon keeping time
With a rhythm only my hips can read
Copper wire humming in the walls
Golden hour pouring through the hall
Nobody watching, nobody here
Just the groove and what it whispers near
Steam curling like a lazy thought
Radio finding its own way in
The bass line hits the floorboards first
Then it climbs right up beneath my skin
Copper wire humming in the walls
Golden hour pouring through the hall
Nobody watching, nobody here
Just the groove and what it whispers near
You don't dance because someone asked
You dance because your body remembered
Something the mind forgot
Copper wire humming
Golden hour
Nobody here
Variations
- Copper Wire 2:29
- Copper Wire (Variation) 2:26
- Copper Wire 3:00
- Copper Wire (Variation) 3:00