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Borrowed Time (On a Borrowed Tusk) (Live at Spirit Club, San Diego — June 16, 2023) By the time the final notes of the night approached, the Spirit Club wasn’t a room anymore — it was a tide pool of sweat, salt air, and shared electricity. Then came Borrowed Time (On a Borrowed Tusk). Introduced with a hush that felt almost ceremonial, the band let the first tones drift into the air like cold mist over dark water. Reverb shimmered. The drums entered with a slow, deliberate pulse — not urgent, not restrained — the rhythm of something ancient moving beneath the surface. Live, this track doesn’t rush. It glides. Guitars bloom into wide, cinematic washes of sound, each note ringing long enough to feel infinite before dissolving into the next. The bass moves deep and steady, guiding the current forward. The groove feels less like a beat and more like a journey — something you step onto and trust to carry you. And then it lifts. The chorus rises with quiet power rather than brute force, expanding outward like aurora light across frozen sky. It’s triumphant without shouting, emotional without collapsing into sentiment. The room doesn’t explode — it opens. At Spirit Club, the crowd leaned in close for this one. Arms over shoulders. Eyes closed. Voices rising just enough to become part of the atmosphere rather than overpower it. For a moment, band and audience dissolved into the same drifting tide. If the night began with impact, it ended with suspension — a feeling of floating just beyond the edge of time, reluctant to touch ground again. The final chord rang out and lingered, humming through the floorboards, through the walls, through the chest cavity of everyone standing there. No rush to clap. No rush to move. Just the shared recognition that something had passed through. Not owned. Not kept. Only borrowed. Borrowed Time (On a Borrowed Tusk) — a closing wave that carries you farther than the shore. 🌊✨🎸