Blue Bottle Sky

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Wrench bites down on frozen nut Morning coffee, thermos shut Mesa stretches, canyon deep Engine wakes from frozen sleep Blue bottle sky, nitrous high Spitting fire, passing by Cook don't care for fancy names Just torque and flame, the same old game Gauge needle climbs the painted arc Grease beneath the fingernail mark Hash browns sizzle on the flat Power band goes just like that Blue bottle sky, nitrous high Spitting fire, passing by Cook don't care for fancy names Just torque and flame, the same old game Canyon wind blows through the hood Mechanic grins, he knows it's good Tightens down the AN line Sunlight catches turquoise shine Blue bottle sky, nitrous high Spitting fire, passing by Cook don't care for fancy names Just torque and flame, the same old game No tickets called, no rush hour crowd Just desert heat and engine loud Wistful for the garage nights Air gun hiss and impact bites Throttle snaps, the front lifts high Dust devils spin against the sky Mechanic wipes his greasy hand Best tune-up in all the land Blue bottle sky, nitrous high Spitting fire, passing by Cook don't care for fancy names Just torque and flame, the same old game Blue bottle sky, watch it fly Blue bottle sky, nitrous high Valve seats soft, pressure holds Chrome heart beats, never old Blue bottle sky, watch it fly Dawn patrol, rolling by

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