Beacon Shift

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk, Gritty Revival Genre

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Trench coat stiff with harbor salt Projector hums a dead machine I pace the rows where tires halt And count the rust on every screen Beacon shift on broken ground Light cuts through the salt wind sound No badge now just oil and flame Guard the dark and speak its name Speaker cones hang mute as gulls Ticket booth leans like listing hull My notebook holds no suspect names Just tide charts and signal frames Fog rolls in off brine and wire Wraps the marquee's splintered spire No case file calls this overtime Just lantern logic keeping time Beacon shift on broken ground Light cuts through the salt wind sound No badge now just oil and flame Guard the dark and speak its name Radio static tastes of copper Dawn peels paint from every bumper Two worlds bleed on projection cloth Lighthouse logic detective oath Keys turn cold in ignition slot Engine coughs but starts or not I log the watch in weathered script Another shift the tide has slipped Beacon shift on broken ground Light cuts through the salt wind sound No badge now just oil and flame Guard the dark and speak its name Beacon shift on broken ground Light cuts through the salt wind sound Lamp trimmed. Sector clear. Dawn break. Salt screen holds. Watch complete.

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