Brass Dawn Breaks On

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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Camera strap cuts shoulder blade Bus ticket folded in jeans Morning paints the brass cascade Gold spills across dusty scenes Brass dawn breaks on copper lens Time bends where the attic ends Two runners watch the new day start Each ray a map each beam a chart Shutter clicks on warped wood floor Pizzicato strings pluck air Sun writes script on brass once more Runaway eyes catch prayer Brass dawn breaks on copper lens Time bends where the attic ends Two runners watch the new day start Each ray a map each beam a chart Felt piano hums low and sweet Modular blips bloom like stars Brass tube holds the waking street We measure distance in scars Brass dawn breaks on copper lens Time bends where the attic ends Two runners watch the new day start Each ray a map each beam a chart Wooden percussion taps the beat Ribbon mic drinks every breath No audience no velvet seat Just morning rising after death Camera full of attic gold Bus leaves at the corner stop Brass telescope stories told We pocket light and never drop Brass dawn breaks on copper lens Time bends where the attic ends Two runners watch the new day start Each ray a map each beam a chart Brass dawn breaks on copper lens Time bends where the attic ends Brass tube catches last light Attic window sleeps slow

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