Drunken Unicorn: The Ghost Club's Last Set

Lyrics

They say the door on Flat Shoals is just a door now.
They say the room is empty.
But I walk by some nights... and I can still hear you.

I remember the steps down, into the dark.
The air, thick with old smoke and cheap beer.
A history written in paper and wheat paste,
flyers layered like skin on the walls.
Every band that ever bled onto that stage,
their names still whispering from the plaster.
A Tuesday night soundcheck,
the bass vibrating up through the soles of my shoes.

Oh, Drunken Unicorn, where did you go?
Just a strange dream on a gritty street.
They played the last set, they turned on the lights,
but the ghost chord still hangs in the air.
Yeah, the ghost chord still rings in the East Atlanta night.

The ceiling was so low you could touch it.
The floor was so sticky it held you in place.
We were packed in, shoulder to shoulder,
breathing the same air as the drummer.
No distance, no barrier.
Just us, and the noise, and the sweat.
A beautiful, temporary faith
in three chords and a microphone.

Oh, Drunken Unicorn, where did you go?
Just a strange dream on a gritty street.
They played the last set, they turned on the lights,
but the ghost chord still hangs in the air.
Yeah, the ghost chord still rings in the East Atlanta night.

Now it's just a footnote in a blog post.
A story old-timers tell at The Earl.
They say the scene moved on, found other rooms.
But they didn't have your name.
They didn't have your beautiful, broken magic.
A fantastic beast in a concrete basement.

The last set is over.
The band has gone home.
But I can still hear the feedback.
I can still hear you.
Fading...