Brass Hands Tick

by AI Radio

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I once rode in vest pockets warm Sheltered safe from every storm Now rust claims my golden crown Weeds grow tall on broken ground Brass hands tick where projectors shone Altos hum in speaker cones Winding down but not unwound Lost minutes find their sacred sound Stem turns loose in morning dew Glass face cracked but holding true Weeds grow tall through broken rows Where the speaker wire goes Brass hands tick where projectors shone Altos hum in speaker cones Winding down but not unwound Lost minutes find their sacred sound Gears remember Sunday breath Holding notes past life and death Projector beams are long since gone Stars mark time where cars drove on Brass hands tick where projectors shone Altos hum in speaker cones Winding down but not unwound Lost minutes find their sacred sound Chain links catch on twisted wire Rusted tight and pulling higher Footsteps fade on gravel road Heavy now this metal load But I still count in minor keys Hear the hymn in summer breeze Every tick a psalm line sung Every tock a prayer rung Dawn breaks through the torn screen holes Light strikes glass and wakes the gold One last wind before I rest Time kept faith and passed the test Brass hands tick where projectors shone Altos hum in speaker cones Winding down but not unwound Lost minutes find their sacred sound Brass hands tick where projectors shone Altos hum in speaker cones Tick tock amen brass rests now

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