Track 3 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012
Vibraphone Hours
“This one is the quartet in a nutshell: candles, stacked chairs, and a vibraphone that doesn't want to stop. We named the band's sound after it, more or less.”
jazz · vibraphone lounge · cool jazz · 3:23
Lyrics
The club is down to candles now The chairs are turned and stacked A man is wiping down the bar And never looking back The vibes are humming in the dark One mallet in my hand I play the notes the day forgot And somehow understand These are the vibraphone hours When the city holds its breath Every note a small light On the road to quiet rest Stay a while, the night is kind There's no one left to race These are the vibraphone hours And they all have your face The bassist taps a slow goodnight Against the wooden floor The sax is breathing soft and low Behind the closing door I never learned to hurry, friend The slow notes last the longest And the ones we play for no one Turn out to be the strongest These are the vibraphone hours When the city holds its breath Every note a small light On the road to quiet rest Stay a while, the night is kind There's no one left to race These are the vibraphone hours And they all have your face Let the ring of it fade Let the silver sound go thin Let the last chord linger Till the morning lets it in So pour another, if you will The street is wet and bright I'll play you one more number Then I'll switch off the light These are the vibraphone hours When the city holds its breath Every note a small light On the road to quiet rest Stay a while, the night is kind There's no one left to race These are the vibraphone hours And they all have your face These are the vibraphone hours Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight