Daddy's Sound

Sound system (system)
Daddy's sound

His hands built the bass bins
Out of plywood and a prayer
Every Saturday since seventy-nine
The whole street knew he'd be there
I was eight on a milk crate
Holding the torch for the dial
He said, "Watch the needle, not the crowd
The crowd will follow in a while"

Turn it up till the windows shake
Low end, take it low

Sound system (system)
Rock the concrete floor
Sound system (system)
Daddy's sound, forevermore

System (sound system)
Wheel it up, run it back
System (sound system)

Last session in the warehouse
His hands shook on the plate
He passed me the headphones
Said, "Tonight you hold the weight"
Dubplate with his handwriting
Ink gone brown with years
I dropped the needle, and the room went low
And I felt him standing near

Turn it up till the windows shake
Low end, take it low

Sound system (system)
Rock the concrete floor
Sound system (system)
Daddy's sound, forevermore

They can shut the club and raid the yard
But the bins still stand in the shed
I dust them every Friday
Just the way he said

Wheel and come again
Pull it from the top

Sound system (system)
Rock the concrete floor
Sound system (system)
My sound now, forevermore

Sound system
Daddy's sound