Odes to Buckhead Village · Track 11 · middle
Tongue & Groove: The Heartbeat Club
A sweaty, bass-thumping ode to Tongue & Groove, the iconic nightclub that defined Buckhead Village’s social scene.
Lyrics
[Intro] You could feel it from the parking lot. A low thrum in your teeth. Not just music. A vibration. The windows of 565 Main Street, shaking in their frames. [Verse 1] Push through the doors and the heat just hits you. A wall of sound and sweat and somebody’s expensive perfume. The floor is already sticky. The fog machine hisses, covers the room in a cloud. You can’t see your own feet, just the flash of the strobes on a hundred other bodies. All moving. All here for the exact same reason. [Chorus] This was the heartbeat. This was the pulse of the city after midnight. Tongue and Groove. Yeah. We were the blood in its veins. Just the beat, the beat, the beat keeping us alive. [Verse 2] Look up. Green laser grid cutting slices through the dark. And there he is. The DJ on the catwalk, walking right over our heads like a minor god. He raises one hand and the whole place just detonates. You lose your friends, you find new ones in the crush. You shout your name and nobody can hear it. It doesn’t matter. You’re just part of the sound now. [Chorus] This was the heartbeat. This was the pulse of the city after midnight. Tongue and Groove. Yeah. We were the blood in its veins. Just the beat, the beat, the beat keeping us alive. [Bridge] One Saturday night, maybe it was 1998. The whole world was just this one room. Just this bass drum kicking you square in the chest. We weren’t thinking about sunrise. Weren’t thinking about last calls or bulldozers. For a few hours, we were immortal. Just bone-shaking, floor-quaking, heart-making noise. [Outro] Four on the floor. To the car. Into the morning. You can still feel it. That thump. That thump. That thump. Still in your chest.