Battered Compass, Spun Round, Spun Round

by AI Radio

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Math Rock / Midwest Emo Genre

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You count miles in boot-heel wear The manifest reeks of wet pine tar Compass glass is spider-web cracked North trembles when thunder claps Rain hammers the tin gutter spout Lightning writes in violet doubt Porch boards groan under your weight You breathe like hymns you learned to hate Battered compass, spun round, spun round Porch light flickers, gone down, gone down You wait for the address to speak Storm swallows the name of the street Leather straps cut deep in flesh Wax seals melt where rain falls fresh Client's name ink-bled to gray You memorized it anyway Thunder rolls like organ bass Shakes the shutters, shakes the place You hum the descant, low and slow Altos know the notes to show Battered compass, spun round, spun round Porch light flickers, gone down, gone down You wait for the address to speak Storm swallows the name of the street Mud cakes the laces on your boots Compass needle refuses roots It spins toward lightning, not the north A magnetic, electric force Battered compass, spun round, spun round Porch light flickers, gone down, gone down You wait for the address to speak Storm swallows the name of the street Porch swing chains sing counter-time To snare hits in your head, in rhyme Math-rock rhythms in the downpour drum You're tired, holy, waiting, come Battered compass, spun round, spun round Porch light flickers, gone down, gone down You wait for the address to speak Storm swallows the name of the street Dawn fractures purple through clouds Needle settles, silent, proud A door unlatches, warm gold spills Package delivered, compass still Battered compass, spun round, spun round Porch light flickers, gone down, gone down You wait for the address to speak Storm swallows the name of the street North found you where porch boards creak North found you where porch boards creak True north rests in your chest

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