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Midnight on a Side Street is a late-night funk story about a guitarist no one talks about — but the groove knows his name. This is funk in the shadows: no ego, no spotlight, just rhythm, soul, and truth after midnight. Born in quiet streets. Alive in smoke, neon lights, and second-hand strings. This track is for those who understand that real music doesn’t shout — it slips in and stays. 👉 Perfect for fans of: Funk guitar & tight strumming grooves Late-night / after-dark music Soul, jazz-funk & underground vibes Story-driven instrumental and vocal music 🎧 Headphones recommended for full impact. If this track hits you… you’re already part of the few. 👇 Comment below: Where are you listening from? Night drive, rainy window, city lights, or alone with headphones? 👍 Like 🔔 Subscribe for more late-night grooves 📤 Share this with someone who gets it LYRICS: Midnight on a Side Street - P&D Music Production Intro: Funky intermezzo Verse 1 On a side street where the streetlights hum There’s a door that never opens for just anyone He walks past like he’s nobody’s man But his fingers carry lightning, yeah, they got a plan Old guitar with a secondhand name Strings whisper things you can’t explain He don’t talk much, keeps his head down low But the walls start dancing when he’s alone Pre-Chorus They think they know him from the corner store Same old face they’ve seen before But they don’t hear what the silence hides When the night clock hits and the truth comes alive Chorus He’s the funk in the shadows, the groove unseen A small-town ghost with a big-time dream Mozart with a backroom beat Only a few know the man when he speaks in rhythm Yeah, the funk don’t brag, the funk don’t shout It slips through cracks, then it sneaks back out If you know, you know — if you don’t, you don’t Midnight knows his name, but the daylight won’t Strumming gets Tough (Wow) Strummin get There Funky Big time Strumming solo like casiopea Verse 2 Seems it never hit the radio Pages full of fire nobody knows Basement echo, coffee cold Melodies too heavy for the stories he’s told Hands smell like strings and sleepless nights Chasing a sound that feels just right He don’t need stages, he don’t need fame The groove is loyal, it knows his name Pre-Chorus They hear noise, he hears design Every offbeat placed in time He laughs when they say, “It’s just a tune” They don’t know it’s a coded truth Chorus He’s the funk in the shadows, the groove unseen A small-town ghost with a big-time dream Mozart with a backroom beat Only a few know the man when he speaks in rhythm Yeah, the funk don’t brag, the funk don’t shout It slips through cracks, then it sneaks back out If you know, you know — if you don’t, you don’t Midnight knows his name, but the daylight won’t Strumming guitar A funky guitar, a funky guitar Strumming solo like casiopea Bridge Secrets in the swing, riddles in the bass Time bends when he finds that space History hums in a modern tone Ancient soul in a borrowed home You won’t catch it unless you stay too late When the room feels warm and the air vibrates He smiles like he’s in on a private joke Between him, the groove, and the midnight smoke They say nothing ever happens here… Funny Final Chorus He’s the funk in the shadows, the groove unseen Small-town myth in worn-out jeans Composing futures behind closed doors While the world sleeps heavy, he’s at war with chords Yeah, the truth wears quiet clothes And genius moves where nobody goes If you know, you know — keep it tight, don’t say Some legends only live this way Small Strumming solo A Funky Big time Small Strumming solo A Funky Guitar strumming solo like Nile Rodgers Outro When the sun comes up, he fades again Just a face in town, not a headline name But the night still hums where he’s been That’s how the funk survives — unseen, unpinned Fade out... #Music, #NewMusic, #Song, #Songs, #MusicVideo, #NowPlaying, #Listening, #MusicLovers, #MusicLife, #InstaMusic, #Musician, #Artist, #OriginalMusic, #MusicCommunity, #MusicIsLife