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They said take the spotlight, six strings in the sun,
Or sit behind cymbals till the whole world runs,
Paint with the keys in a glittering haze—
But I heard the floor shake in a different way.
While they chased the lightning up in the air,
I felt the thunder rising from under the stairs.
Not the flash, not the flame, not the high-wire show—
I chose the current running low.
I’m free to choose, and I chose the ground,
The pulse, the pressure, the sacred sound.
Where every heartbeat starts to grow—
Down in the deep where the wild notes flow.
I chose the bass — let the low end rise!
Feel that fire shaking the skies!
Four thick strings and a soul set free,
The whole world moves when it moves through me.
I chose the bass — hear the thunder say:
We build the night, we lead the way!
I chose the bass, I won’t back down —
I am the quake beneath your town!
Guitars can scream, and drums can fight,
Synths can shimmer in neon light,
But I am the weight that makes it real,
The spine of steel you feel and feel.
Every groove is a battle cry,
Every slide is a reason why
I didn’t chase the glittering crown—
I chose the force that holds it down.
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Title The low end
(lyrics)
They said take the spotlight, six strings in the sun,
Or sit behind cymbals till the whole world runs,
Paint with the keys in a glittering haze—
But I heard the floor shake in a different way.
While they chased the lightning up in the air,
I felt the thunder rising from under the stairs.
Not the flash, not the flame, not the high-wire show—
I chose the current running low.
I’m free to choose, and I chose the ground,
The pulse, the pressure, the sacred sound.
Where every heartbeat starts to grow—
Down in the deep where the wild notes flow.
I chose the bass — let the low end rise!
Feel that fire shaking the skies!
Four thick strings and a soul set free,
The whole world moves when it moves through me.
I chose the bass — hear the thunder say:
We build the night, we lead the way!
I chose the bass, I won’t back down —
I am the quake beneath your town!
Guitars can scream, and drums can fight,
Synths can shimmer in neon light,
But I am the weight that makes it real,
The spine of steel you feel and feel.
Every groove is a battle cry,
Every slide is a reason why
I didn’t chase the glittering crown—
I chose the force that holds it down.
Work type Music
Tags mowi, hard times
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Identifier 2603134921357
Entry date Mar 13, 2026, 12:39 PM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
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