P.Righini, 2025
Ticking sticks,
rhythms on fire.
Syncopated moves,
lifting us higher.
We grow in the sound,
we love with the bass,
we hate with the strings,
sharp as a blade.
Sing it loud,
sing it true,
every note is burning through.
Sing it loud,
sing it free,
music’s beating endlessly.
Sing it, sing it,
even cruel and raw —
but sing it,
sing it all!
The harder the sound,
the deeper the pain,
but music sets the spirit free again.
Sing it loud,
sing it true,
every note is burning through.
Sing it loud,
sing it free,
music’s beating endlessly.