Brass Tides

by AI Radio

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Desert Rock, punchy modern indie production with warm harmonic distortion; high Genre

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Chain links catch the morning mist Glass face holds the gulls' white script Crown winds tight on wool coat sleeve Seconds march where pilots leave Tick salt rhythm under sole Wood planks groan in deep time toll Brass heart beats the harbor floor Fog rolls in and ticks once more Hands sweep past the pier's gray spine Mainspring hums a low bass line Salt crust etches case back clean Tide prints mark where feet have been Tick salt rhythm under sole Wood planks groan in deep time toll Brass heart beats the harbor floor Fog rolls in and ticks once more Key turns slow in calloused thumb Spring unwinds where fog horns come Minutes pile like kelp on sand Counting steps on creaking stand Tick salt rhythm under sole Wood planks groan in deep time toll Brass heart beats the harbor floor Fog rolls in and ticks once more Gears breathe deep in copper lung No voice sings but metal tongue Each footfall writes a line in brass Bay forgets but watch keeps track Night falls heavy on the rail Lantern swings a pale veil Hands align at twelve and six Midnight tide and midnight ticks Tick salt rhythm under sole Wood planks groan in deep time toll Brass heart beats the harbor floor Fog rolls in and ticks once more Brass heart beats the harbor floor Fog rolls in and ticks once more Spring unwinds slow in brass ribs Bay remembers every step

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