Blood Orange Moon

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir, Indie Western Genre

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You step off the midnight bus Camera strap cuts dust to dust Gate rust screams in hinge and bolt Autumn wind turns warm to cold Blood orange moon hangs low Iron gate won't let you go Dry leaves spiral, spin, and blow Halloween steals the show Moon bleeds citrus, rind and peel Shutter clicks, the night feels real Leaves skitter like bones on stone You're the only soul who's known Blood orange moon hangs low Iron gate won't let you go Dry leaves spiral, spin, and blow Halloween steals the show Film advance winds tight and slow Frames of fear begin to grow Shadow stretches, long and thin Something watches from within Flash pops white, the gate sighs loud Cold iron teeth bite through the cloud No bus comes, no road leads back Just you, the moon, the clicking clack Blood orange moon hangs low Iron gate won't let you go Dry leaves spiral, spin, and blow Halloween steals the show Negative strips dry on the line Halloween is yours and mine Gate stays shut, the moon stays round Best shot you've ever found Blood orange moon hangs low Iron gate won't let you go Dry leaves spiral, spin, and blow Halloween steals the show Shutter snaps, the night goes black Halloween won't give it back

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