Misc Originals – Chris Collins - Dusty Basement (Guitar)

Am                    F            Em
Dusty basement, amps still hum, Serafin's voice like seasoned wine

G                 F
Singing embers of lost youth, beneath the rafters, stories chime

Am                           F           Em
Dan's brushes whisper on the skins, a gentle pulse through aging hands

G              F
Elvis fingers chase worn frets, chasing echoes of younger bands

G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots

C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots

G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze

C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

Am                    F            Em
Serafin spins tales of sunlit days, his voice a map of miles we've trod

G                 F
The music whispers secrets kept, lessons etched in every chord

Am                           F           Em
We play 'til twilight streaks the walls, painting shadows with its gold

G              F
Dreaming of a stage long crossed, where legends walked and stories told

G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots

C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots

G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze

C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

C            G           F
Maybe someday, maybe soon, the melody will climb the dawn

C                           G
Maybe then they'll hear our song, the embers burning warm and strong

Am                F             Em
But for now, we play for ghosts, whispers in the fading light

Am                             F           Em
Four echoes chasing fireflies, chasing stars through the night

G             D           Em
But the gigs are smoke-stained dives, stale beer and worn-out boots

C                 D
Applause a smattering of nods, weary smiles like muted roots

G                           D            Em
We pass the hat, a silver crown, for dreams beneath the neon haze

C                 D
But rent don't sing on whispered tunes, just another empty phase

D
So we play on, play on, with hearts that beat a timeless drum

G              D         Em
Knowing every moonlit night brings a song, even if it's never sung