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REEL TO REAL lyrics
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Intro
Flicker of the reel, smell of dust on the frame, Velvet seats whisper every gangster’s name. We walk through smoke where the brass notes ring, From black-and-white bullets to gold-plated kings. Every face a poster, every scene a sin, Step in the theater — the family lets you in. [Verse 1] (early era to mid-heat) Irishman’s hands paint houses in red, Clock ticks slow, but the past ain’t dead. Silent stares weigh more than the lead, One last toast to the friends you’ve bled. Cagney’s grin — Public Enemy’s charm, Grapefruit to the face, no need to disarm. Bootleg dreams pour thick in the glass, Barrel smoke curls, deals fade fast. White Heat rises, Jarrett’s on top, Mama’s voice in his ear before the drop. A powder-keg prayer, then the skyline cracks, Top of the world, no turnin’ back. Clyde’s kiss and Bonnie’s aim true, Love writes death in a photo or two. Every tire track hums like a jazz refrain, Bullet holes bloom where the roses came.
Chorus
Step in the dark, let the story pull you deep, Every frame’s a bullet, every secret we keep. From reel to real, the smoke never clears, The streets run forever in a gangster’s years. [Verse 2] (Vegas, Boston, Miami fever) Casino lights like gold on the blade, De Niro counts chips in a game rigged and made. Sharon’s smile cut slick as a queen, While Pesci plants seeds in the dirt unseen. Boston’s breath fogs up the Departed glass, Two moles trade masks while the seconds pass. Jack’s crooked grin burns slow in the mind, Devils in the details you’ll never find. Then Miami wakes with a Scarface roar, Chainsaw hummin’ through a motel door. Snow on the table, crown on his head, Say hello loud — the room turns red.
Bridge
The film jumps, cuts to a shadowed hall, Footsteps echo, then silence falls. Every scene stitched with a threat you can’t name, Every king’s throne carved in the frame. [Verse 3] (power, betrayal, the throne) Michael’s eyes cold as a winter street, Godfather’s son in the captain’s seat. Vito in the alleys, rising with grace, Two lives, one law, same poker face. Henry Hill’s laugh in a Goodfellas haze, Pasta steam mixin’ with the gunpowder days. “Funny how?” cuts sharper than steel, Trunk’s got secrets you don’t wanna feel. And the Don… the chair, the hand, the nod, One favor owed is a deal with God. Wedding bells hide the whispers of debt, Every dance a promise you’ll never forget. Business in blood, family in stone, Cross this table — you’re never goin’ home.
Chorus
Step in the dark, let the story pull you deep, Every frame’s a bullet, every secret we keep. From reel to real, the smoke never clears, The streets run forever in a gangster’s years.
Outro
Reel slows down, but the shadows stay, Every king still walks in the alleyway. From Cagney’s grin to the Don’s last stare, The credits roll — but they’re still there.
Inside the recording
Flicker of the reel, smell of dust on the frame, Velvet seats whisper every gangster’s name.
Step in the dark, let the story pull you deep, Every frame’s a bullet, every secret we keep.
Reel slows down, but the shadows stay, Every king still walks in the alleyway.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.