Ligmákos Taxi 67
v4
@Dávid Szabó
Ligmákos Taxi 67
v4
@Dávid Szabó
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[Verse 1]
Yellow door
Dented side
Ashtray full of old goodbyes
You light one
Say “where to
Φίλε?”
I say “just drive till the meters forget”
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Broken meter
Broken air
But it always gets me there
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
You curse the road
I bless the ride
You’re my panic
You’re my guide
[Verse 2]
Plastic beads on the rearview swing
Your team’s scarf
That cracked key ring
Stories spill with the radio hum
“How many runs ‘til the jackpot comes?”
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Broken meter
Broken air
But it always gets me there
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
You curse the road
I bless the ride
You’re my panic
You’re my guide
[Bridge]
Red light
Long line
Engine heat
You tap the wheel
Drum that beat
“You’ll forget me when you leave” you say
(όχι ρε) I’m writing you into my name
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Every shortcut
Every swear
Painted on my spine somewhere
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
When the city eats me alive
I call your number
We survive
Yellow door
Dented side
Ashtray full of old goodbyes
You light one
Say “where to
Φίλε?”
I say “just drive till the meters forget”
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Broken meter
Broken air
But it always gets me there
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
You curse the road
I bless the ride
You’re my panic
You’re my guide
[Verse 2]
Plastic beads on the rearview swing
Your team’s scarf
That cracked key ring
Stories spill with the radio hum
“How many runs ‘til the jackpot comes?”
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Broken meter
Broken air
But it always gets me there
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
You curse the road
I bless the ride
You’re my panic
You’re my guide
[Bridge]
Red light
Long line
Engine heat
You tap the wheel
Drum that beat
“You’ll forget me when you leave” you say
(όχι ρε) I’m writing you into my name
[Chorus]
Ligmákos taxi 67
Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven
Every shortcut
Every swear
Painted on my spine somewhere
Ligmákos taxi 67
Sacred route through smoke and yelling
When the city eats me alive
I call your number
We survive
Musikstyle
Greasy garage rock grit with a Greek taverna edge, mid‑tempo stomper. Crunchy guitars and driving bass, live drums with roomy snare, male vocals half-sung half-shouted. Choruses explode with gang shouts and octave doubles; bridge drops to toms and spoken vocal before a big final hook.
