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Quiet Hours

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Intro

Dear next door, there’s tape on my garage again. Three pages, blue ink, “quiet hours.” The kick still knows my name.

Verse 1

You saw the letter before I did, flat on the door like a parking ticket. Inside, two monitors, one cracked chair, family photos shaking by the mixer. I wrote, “My bad, I’ll cut the low end.” Then the 808 leaned through the wall. At 8:08, the porch light blinked, and policy sounded personal.

Pre-chorus

They got rules for every fence line, I got rent math in the drums.

Chorus

Quiet hours got us talking low, turn it down, don’t turn it off. You left a note under my wiper, said the beat was good, just soft. Quiet hours, quiet hearts, two houses acting like we’re not close. You asked me to turn it down, not turn it off.

Verse 2

Your second note was folded clean, baby asleep from one to three. You said the snare was actually pretty, but it jumped through the nursery. I wrote back on a grocery receipt, “Tell him I’m sorry for the shakes.” You sent a DM with a laughing face: “Keep the organ, lose the bass.”

Pre-chorus

They got fines for every waveform, we got grace in paper scraps.

Chorus

Quiet hours got us talking low, turn it down, don’t turn it off. You left a note under my wiper, said the beat was good, just soft. Quiet hours, quiet hearts, two houses acting like we’re not close. You asked me to turn it down, not turn it off.

Verse 3

We sat parked by the model home, phone lit blue on your knee. You played me songs you clean to, I played drafts at minus three. You said, “This block edits everybody.” I said, “954 rain don’t ask permission.” We talked 305 like open windows, somewhere loose enough to listen.

Bridge

Choir pads came through the speakers, low enough to spare the crib. You laughed when the dog next door barked right on beat like he was in it. For one parked minute, no board minutes, no bylaws, no approved beige stone. Just your hand near the volume knob, not touching mine, not letting go.

Pre-chorus

They can measure all the decibels, but they can’t price what almost starts.

Chorus

Quiet hours got us talking low, turn it down, don’t turn it off. You left a note under my wiper, said the beat was good, just soft. Quiet hours, quiet hearts, two houses acting like we’re not close. You asked me to turn it down, not turn it off.

Verse 4

Then came the envelope, certified, four-fifty due in ten days. My girl read it by the sink, mouth tight, sponge dripping gray. We got school shoes, light bill, tags, and my hard drive clicking tired. She said, “Love don’t cover penalties,” I said nothing, just killed the choir.

Pre-chorus

Every rule got a clean logo, every home got a thin wall.

Chorus

Quiet hours got us talking low, turn it down, don’t turn it off. You left a note under my wiper, said the beat was good, just soft. Quiet hours, quiet hearts, two houses acting like we’re not close. You asked me to turn it down, not turn it off.

Verse 5

Friday night, the placement hit, small artist, big text, real name. I screenshotted twice for proof, like proof could pay the late fee. You sent “I knew it” with no heart, then nothing after midnight. The board still meets on Monday, and my garage still leaks light.

Pre-chorus

So I bounce it at whisper level, leave the last kick almost gone.

Chorus

Quiet hours got us talking low, turn it down, don’t turn it off. You left a note under my wiper, said the beat was good, just soft. Quiet hours, quiet hearts, two houses acting like we’re not close. You asked me to turn it down, not turn it off.

Outro

Dear next door, I saved your note in the session folder. Track five, final mix, no fade.

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96 sampled loudness windows · 278 seconds. The white line follows the player; this is a local recording matched by title and duration, not a verified YouTube audio fingerprint.
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01 / The opening
Dear next door, there’s tape on my garage again.
02 / A returning thought
They got rules for every fence line, I got rent math in the drums.
03 / The last image
Dear next door, I saved your note in the session folder.

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