Blue Denim Heat

by AI Radio

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Chamber Pop / Electro-Acoustic Genre

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You step off the rusted bus line Under a white Santa Fe sky Your heavy boots hit the salt brine While the desert wind rushes by Blue denim heat on the veranda Gold sparks flying in a line Wait for the ghosts of the propaganda Savor the taste of the wine You lean on the peeling white rail Watching the red canyon glow Your tired skin looks thin and pale Where the dry desert river flow Blue denim heat on the veranda Gold sparks flying in a line Wait for the ghosts of the propaganda Savor the taste of the wine You hold a lens to the bright glare Snap a quick shot of the door Static and salt in the hot air Scuffing the old wooden floor Blue denim heat on the veranda Gold sparks flying in a line Wait for the ghosts of the propaganda Savor the taste of the wine The welder's mask hides your tired eyes Iron and steel in the glare Under the wide open blue skies Scent of the ozone in air You leave the key on the small shelf Walk to the edge of the street Keep the old secrets to yourself Walking through shimmering heat Blue denim heat on the veranda Gold sparks flying in a line Wait for the ghosts of the propaganda Savor the taste of the wine Blue denim heat. The camera clicks. Blue denim heat.

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