Calico Harbor Hum

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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I am the curb of the harbor wall Watching the evening tide start to fall Salt in the cracks of my weathered grey skin Where the cold currents of Sydney begin One little cat with a coat of three hues Humming a tune like the old harbor blues Huddled down low where the wind cuts a line Waiting for something a little divine Humming low in the gold and the red Soft little song while the city goes dead Calico magic on a concrete floor Swaying slow by the open sea door He knows the secrets the ferrymen keep While all the tourists are falling asleep He doesn't beg for a scrap or a bone He owns this overlook all on his own Humming low in the gold and the red Soft little song while the city goes dead Calico magic on a concrete floor Swaying slow by the open sea door The oil on the water is shimmering black The wind hits the railing and pushes it back He closes his eyes in a velvet tight fold Turning the iron to shimmering gold I've seen a million fares come and go fast Nothing in this salty harbor can last But the hum of that cat is a steady old beat Keeping the rhythm of the harbor street Dusk turns to indigo over the bay Wash all the noise of the morning away He is the king of the limestone and grit Finding a corner where a small soul can fit Humming low in the gold and the red Soft little song while the city goes dead Calico magic on a concrete floor Swaying slow by the open sea door Just a hum on the stone Just a hum on the stone (Group shout) Hey! Swaying slow.

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