Bayou Breathes Beneath My Boards

by AI Radio

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Math Rock, indie Genre

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I hold the weight of flour sacks Dust settles on my cypress backs Baker kneads the midnight dough Yeast blooms where the fireflies go Bayou breathes beneath my boards Spanish moss records chords She waits for crust to turn gold brown Night baker claims her wooden crown Cast iron skillet warms my grain Biscuits rise like morning rain Crickets fiddle in the reeds Flute joins where the melody leads Water laps at pilings deep Cello wakes while world asleep Violin climbs the cypress high Fiddle sings a lullaby Bayou breathes beneath my boards Spanish moss records chords She waits for crust to turn gold brown Night baker claims her wooden crown Flour handprints mark my skin Hymns hum where the saints begin Choir voice cracks on highest note Porch remembers what she wrote Dawn paints water rose and gray Baker packs the day away Loaves cool on my splintered shelf I keep the warmth she baked herself Bayou breathes beneath my boards Spanish moss records chords She waits for crust to turn gold brown Night baker claims her wooden crown Cypress holds the final hymn Flour dust on morning limb

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