Arizona Clay

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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I am the salt on the road Waiting for winter to go The tires hum a low gray song While the afternoon rolls along Counting the steps of the wheel Sinking in red desert steel Sinking in red desert steel Turning the clay into real Opuntia grows by the line Holding a slow, steady sign Cacti keep watch in the heat Measuring every new beat Counting the steps of the wheel Sinking in red desert steel Sinking in red desert steel Turning the clay into real Yucca blooms pale in the glare Scent of the sage in the air The rubber burns hot on the skin Where the long highway begins Counting the steps of the wheel Sinking in red desert steel Sinking in red desert steel Turning the clay into real Bouteloua sways in the breeze Bending its gold-colored knees The cyclist counts one by one Under a white midday sun The asphalt is hard and it's dry Cutting a hole in the sky I feel the vibration deep low Watching the lonely man go Silt and the loam hold the weight Open and wide like a gate The Arizona clay stays Counting the slow summer days Counting the steps of the wheel Sinking in red desert steel Sinking in red desert steel Turning the clay into real Sinking in red desert steel. Red desert steel. One, two, three.

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