Blood Orange Gate (Vol. 4)

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Cracked vinyl seats hold winter's breath Fare meter stuck on sleep and death Dry leaves scratch the cracked windshield glass Blood moon watches slow time pass Iron gate swings on rusted hinge Blood orange moon begins to sing Autumn leaves dance in circles tight Halloween owns this stolen night Passenger side stays empty still No fare to pay no driver's bill Pumpkin grin on porch light dies Shadow stretches long and wise Iron gate swings on rusted hinge Blood orange moon begins to sing Autumn leaves dance in circles tight Halloween owns this stolen night CB crackles with static prayer Crossroads witches comb their hair Taxi idles at the county line Where veil grows thin and stars align Iron gate swings on rusted hinge Blood orange moon begins to sing Autumn leaves dance in circles tight Halloween owns this stolen night Old hands grip the worn steering wheel Steel belly hums a low appeal Every mile a story told Every night turns cold to gold Dawn cracks slow on cemetery stone Night shift over driver heads home But gate still swings when moon bleeds red Halloween remembers dead Iron gate swings on rusted hinge Blood orange moon begins to sing Autumn leaves dance in circles tight Halloween owns this stolen night Halloween owns this stolen night Meter reads zero in the gray Another fare has slipped away

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