Paper In The Spokes - Selene Marsh (Official Audio)

a card in the spokes, a high wind, and the road still open 🌑 Bright tropical-house at 118 bpm with plucked synths, soft mallets and organic claps, made for a windy autumn afternoon of remembering. Listen to the full catalog:    / @selenemarshmusic   spin it loud if... you looked down at an old bicycle wheel and heard a playing card clicking in the spokes again. a high autumn wind is whipping across an open road and you just want to keep moving. miss the reckless kind of speed you had as a kid, when nothing weighed anything. you give the wheel a turn and let it clatter loud again. we left our quiet worries on the stony ground, and the turning circle made a paper sound. racing your shadows down the gravel trail with someone beside you again. you trace the empty distance stretching out to someone who is not there. a long road, cool wind and bright blue weather hanging wide overhead. riding or strolling somewhere open, wanting a steady 118 bpm pulse under you. golden light drops and the open street turns copper shade. for the ones who still hear a thin paper rhythm in the sharp high breeze. if you like melodic pop and shimmering tropical-house, this sits right beside them. the paper in the spokes is the one small sound that carries the whole afternoon. which afternoon of your childhood would you spin back to for one more frantic rattle? Lyrics Hear the paper in the spokes spin fast A paper sound we knew at last The autumn wind is pulling at an empty lane You give the wheel a turn and let it clatter loud again The metal wires are humming in the steady gale We used to race our shadows down the gravel trail A little cardboard flutter in the silver light We kept the speed up till the afternoon felt tight The paper in the spokes is clicking fast and clear Before the evening weather shifts into the year We left our quiet worries on the stony ground And let the turning circle make a paper sound The paper in the spokes is clipping past the bend A frantic rattle that we never want to end We watched the spinning circle catch the heavy air With bright blue weather hanging wide across the square Oh, listen to the paper in the spokes You catch the rubber tread and bring it to a stop We watch the sudden golden sunlight start to drop The open street is turning into copper shade While every little shadow starts to lengthen blade The paper in the spokes is clicking fast and clear Before the evening weather shifts into the year We left our quiet worries on the stony ground And let the turning circle make a paper sound The paper in the spokes is clipping past the bend A frantic rattle that we never want to end We watched the spinning circle catch the heavy air With bright blue weather hanging wide across the square Oh, listen to the paper in the spokes Nobody has to tell us where the highway goes We left the quiet houses where the river flows The open air is cutting through the chilly blue I trace the empty distance stretching out to you The paper in the spokes is clipping past the bend A frantic rattle that we never want to end We watched the spinning circle catch the heavy air With bright blue weather hanging wide across the square Oh, listen to the paper in the spokes Just a thin paper rhythm in the sharp high breeze Out past the edge of the silver trees Selene Marsh is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #autumnvibes #melodicpop