Brass Eye Sees The Crossroads Dance

by AI Radio

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Roots Reggae / Island Conscious Groove Genre

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I stand tall on a pumpside perch Watching tires kiss the red dirt church Neon glow paints my brass flank bright Counting steps through the humid night Brass eye sees the crossroads dance Gas station hums a one-drop trance Count the footsteps, count the souls Rolling past on worn-out soles Camera clicks from a runaway hand Snapping frames of this forgotten land I reflect the flash in my curved glass Holding moments as they pass Brass eye sees the crossroads dance Gas station hums a one-drop trance Count the footsteps, count the souls Rolling past on worn-out soles Bus sighs loud on the asphalt vein Exhaust coughs a sweet gasoline rain I track the tires, the heels, the toes Every traveler a story knows Night deepens, neon turns to blue My brass skin catches morning dew Still I count, a steady beat Roots rhythm moves my metal feet Tourist maps fold, lovers argue loud Dust settles on the shifting cloud I witness kisses, fights, goodbyes Reflected in my glassy eyes Brass eye sees the crossroads dance Gas station hums a one-drop trance Count the footsteps, count the souls Rolling past on worn-out soles Dawn breaks slow on the crossroads sign Last footsteps counted, yours and mine

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