Track 5 of the EP Streetlamp Still On · 2017
Payphone on Delancey Dust
by Kane Rivers
“Payphone rust and a notebook: where my first rhymes lived.”
rap · nostalgic rap · lo-fi boom-bap · 2:53
Lyrics
Payphone on the corner, rust on the hook Wrote my first rhymes in a notebook Quarters in my pocket, nobody home Called my cousin collect, we laughed on the phone Streetlight humming like a bass line low Cracked glass reading where the old days go Phone book hanging on a chain Every name a little piece of rain Nobody calls here now But I still hear the sound Payphone, dust on the dial Payphone, I stood here a while Dropped a dime on a dream Heard the line start to gleam Payphone, silent but true Every voice that I knew Still echoing through Pops told me call when you get there Mama said keep your head on straight Now my phone holds a thousand names But none of them feel the same Pressed the buttons, felt the click Every word had to be quick Now we text and never say All the things we meant that day Nobody calls here now But I still hear the sound Payphone, dust on the dial Payphone, I stood here a while Dropped a dime on a dream Heard the line start to gleam Payphone, silent but true Every voice that I knew Still echoing through If I had one more quarter I'd call the boy I was Tell him keep on writing Tell him it's worth the buzz Payphone, dust on the dial Payphone, I stood here a while Dropped a dime on a dream Heard the line start to gleam Payphone, silent but true Every voice that I knew Still echoing through Dial tone, dial tone Home, home, home