Track 2 of the EP Friday Night at the Corner Counter · 2019
Brass Bands in the Bus Lane
“An umbrella parade down a wet pavement, and a march I could not resist. The tuba is doing its very best.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · brass band · 2:35
Lyrics
Umbrellas up and elbows out The pavement's one long marching song A man with toast between his teeth Is keeping time as he goes along Every step a snare drum Every horn a morning call We are a brass band in the bus lane Hundreds strong and running late Coats like flags and bags like cymbals Strutting through the station gate We are a brass band in the bus lane Keeping rhythm, keeping pace Nobody wrote the music down But we all know the place A cyclist takes the corner wide A newsstand bell begins to ring And someone's whistling something bold Like every one of us could sing Every step a snare drum Every horn a morning call We are a brass band in the bus lane Hundreds strong and running late Coats like flags and bags like cymbals Strutting through the station gate We are a brass band in the bus lane Keeping rhythm, keeping pace Nobody wrote the music down But we all know the place Hold the door, share the beat Let the stranger find the street All of us a symphony Without a conductor's hand We are a brass band in the bus lane Hundreds strong and running late Coats like flags and bags like cymbals Strutting through the station gate We are a brass band in the bus lane Keeping rhythm, keeping pace Nobody wrote the music down But we all know the place We all know the place