Down by the Docks | A Cinematic Reggae Story 🎷🚢 (Original Song by SGDreads)
Автор: Reggae-Vibe [SGDreads]
Загружено: 2026-02-21
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What happens when the endless, heavy grind of the harbor meets a forgotten piece of magic hidden in Container 743?
"Down by the Docks" is not your typical sunshine reggae. It’s a "Jazz-Noir" reggae tale about a tired stevedore, freezing mornings, and the ghosts of a musical past. Driven by a heavy upright bass, brushed drums, and a mournful tenor saxophone, the song journeys through the harsh reality of blue-collar life before erupting into a joyful, gospel-infused jazz-piano finale.
If you love storytelling in music, deep roots reggae vibes, and unexpected plot twists, this one is for you.
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👇 Read the full lyrics below:
The harbor groans at four a.m., the foghorn calls my name
Coffee from a dented tin, every day the same
My jacket smells of diesel smoke, the sleeves are torn and frayed
And the hands that once knew melodies now only lift the freight
Containers stacked into the dawn, the foreman shouting loud
I move the weight of half the world beneath a hanging cloud
Down by the docks, I work all day
Salt and sweat don’t wash away
Steel and rope and iron chain
Years keep leaving, I remain
Down by the docks, again and again
The seagulls ride the morning wind, they circle wide and free
No cargo holds, no overtime, no shift bell calling me
The winter cuts straight through my coat like I ain't even there
And ten more hours on the clock — does anybody care?
I hum a tune I used to play, though quiet as a ghost
My father showed me on the keys before he left the coast
Down by the docks, I work all day
Salt and sweat don't wash away
Steel and rope and iron chain
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Down by the docks, again and again
Container number 7-4-3
Jammed up tight, won’t open, see
We curse the lock, the chain, the rain
Just one more problem, just more pain
I pry it loose, the hinges cry —
And there’s a piano inside…
Down by the docks I lost my day
But found a song that would not stay
Dust on the keys, my hands just shook
I almost closed the battered book
Then one soft note filled the air
And every man just stopped to stare
The cranes stood still, the gulls flew wide
And something long buried came alive
Salt and sweat and iron chain
But I ain’t the same man again
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