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"A SECOND LINE" by Scott Bellina | MUSIC VIDEO

Original New Orleans brass band song and AI-animated music video. Second line parade meets club chaos meets gospel revival. Horns, drums, dancers, flag girls, and a choir—all brought to life through AI-generated visuals. In New Orleans, a "second line" is what happens when the music won't let you stand still. The brass band leads, the people follow—dancing in the streets, waving handkerchiefs, surrendering to the rhythm. It started with jazz funerals. Now it's how the city celebrates everything. It is what happens when the music won't let you stand still. The brass band leads, the people follow—dancing in the streets, waving handkerchiefs, surrendering to the rhythm. It started with jazz funerals. Now it's how the city celebrates everything. From the streets to the clubs to the cathedrals—music is the heartbeat and soul of New Orleans. "A Second Line" is brass, sweat, and gospel colliding in one breathless ride. No permission, just parade. This is how New Orleans prays. The lyrics are about what happens when the rhythm takes over—fever, trance, possession. "Wake the dead, shake the bed." The parade doesn't ask. It just moves through you. __ Lyrics: I'm out seeking every mind to pop it off the chain Post apocalyptic cryptic scientific rhythm shot up my brain 500,000 watts of punk electric shock traumatic sonic violation and the beat don't stop I got a fever can't believe I ain't feeling no pain In my head My head is bleeding and my heart's pumpin outta control Short circuiting my mind while you tap on every trigger I know I'm in a blind seduction, it's all so fuzzy This hypnotic chase is becoming a disgrace Another fever can't believe I ain't feeling no pain In my head Is my body moving? Pumping to the beat instead Woah yeah Still got this fever that I can't shake My mind is zapped And I can't fake it Psychologic isolation (wake the dead) I'd rather shake the bed (Rhythm Head) Feeding the fascination with the vibration in my head So move your ass ain't broken (Nothing to lose) And got nothin to prove (Rhythm Head) I'll face the truth when you face the facts Until we stop cause there ain't nothing left to do Psychologic isolation (wake the dead) I'd rather shake the bed (Rhythm Head) Feeding the fascination with the vibration in my head So move your ass ain't broken (Nothing to lose) And got nothin to prove (Rhythm Head) I'll face the truth when you face the facts Until we stop cause there ain't nothing left to do __ Words & Music by Scott Bellina ©2008. Original song written as "Rhythm Head" by F-Units. Music Production by Suno AI. Creative / Artistic Direction by Scott Bellina. Video Editing by Scott Bellina. Video Content generated with AI. Now available on Apple Music & Spotify.