Track Insight / Lyrics
Old wood porch in the purple haze.
Sinking deep in the summer glaze.
Metal crank turns a rusted gear.
Something old that the crawfish hear.
Spin the needle, catch the gold.
Stories that the cypress told.
Copper horn in the humid air.
Music floating everywhere.
Spanish moss hangs a heavy screen.
Water glows in a neon green.
Black wax disc with a steady scratch.
Lighting up like a sulfur match.
Spin the needle, catch the gold.
Stories that the cypress told.
Copper horn in the humid air.
Music floating everywhere.
Dragonflies zip across the mud.
Rhythm beats like a heavy blood.
Crickets hum in a jagged line.
Winding up like a clock design.
Spin the needle, catch the gold.
Stories that the cypress told.
Copper horn in the humid air.
Music floating everywhere.
Salty breeze hits the weathered pine.
Drinking deep of the river wine.
One last turn for a ghostly song.
Where the heavy currents belong.
Crank it tight till the spring will snap.
Falling fast in a velvet trap.
Screaming loud as the wall breaks down.
Turning gold in a river town.
Gators watch from the muddy bank.
Sinking low where the lilies sank.
Silver light on a lacquer plate.
Waiting here for a lucky fate.
Spin the needle, catch the gold.
Stories that the cypress told.
Copper horn in the humid air.
Music floating everywhere.
Slowing down to a heavy stop.
Let the last golden needle drop.
Brass and bayou, let it go.
Spin it slow.
