Black Rubber Glide

by AI Radio

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Dream Pop / Neo-Psychedelia Genre

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I grip the damp and heavy street I feel the rhythmic engine beat I spin a circle in the gray I chase the ghosts of yesterday The yellow lines are blurred and thin I feel the cold wind on my skin I taste the salt and midnight dew I push the needle straight and true Humming on the wet asphalt tonight Slicing through the gold street light Slipping fast where the edges bend Racing where the highways end I press the oil and feel the heat I make the city pulse complete I leave a streak of charcoal ink I move before the headlights blink Humming on the wet asphalt tonight Slicing through the gold street light Slipping fast where the edges bend Racing where the highways end Hold the curve and lean into the turn Feel the friction start to glow and burn One long stretch of open silver air Flying past the world without a care The water sprays a sudden mist A sudden turn a sudden twist I wrap the road around my frame I play the high and heavy game The concrete sings a low refrain I wash away the summer stain I keep the steady rolling pace I win the lonely midnight race Humming on the wet asphalt tonight Slicing through the gold street light Slipping fast where the edges bend Racing where the highways end Black rubber glide. Just a black rubber glide. Rolling home.

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