Calico King On A

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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I am a rusted iron gate Counting the hours, lying in wait Blinking orange bulbs in the cold Watching the autumn colors unfold Calico king on a velvet seat Watching the wind sweep the empty street Waiting for rides that will never start Tearing the carnival world apart Popcorn bags tumble down the lane Soggy and grey from the October rain The Ferris wheel stands like a skeletal ghost The one thing the lonely calico loves most Calico king on a velvet seat Watching the wind sweep the empty street Waiting for rides that will never start Tearing the carnival world apart Cotton candy sticks in the wet red clay Turning to sugar and drifting away He curls in a ball by the ticket booth door Sleeping on planks of a salt-stained floor Calico king on a velvet seat Watching the wind sweep the empty street Waiting for rides that will never start Tearing the carnival world apart A small silver camera clicks in the dark A runaway girl wanders into the park She frames up the cat in a wide angle shot Finding a treasure that the world forgot The pedal steel cries for the summer heat The rhythm of boots on a concrete beat One kind word spoken, one hand on the fur A sudden vibration, a low golden purr She opens the door of a rusted old van Following a map and a desperate plan He leaps to the leather, he claims his new throne No longer a stray and no longer alone Calico king on a velvet seat Watching the wind sweep the empty street Waiting for rides that will never start Tearing the carnival world apart Just a ticket to nowhere. Yeah, we're gone. (Harp harmonica fade)

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