Carbon & Coffee

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Carbon arcs burn white and hot Sprocket teeth catch every slot Grease pans sizzle in the back Film strip clicks on rusted track Reel two spins a ghost town tale Wet boots slap the cobblestone Light beam cuts the greasy veil I count steps but I'm alone Carbon coffee keeps me sharp Counting footsteps in the dark Twenty-four frames a second pass None of them are built to last Carbon coffee in my cup Swallow down the projector hum Diner stool wears vinyl thin Projector lens lets moonlight in Order up, two over easy Footsteps pace slow, never leave me Reel two spins a ghost town tale Wet boots slap the cobblestone Light beam cuts the greasy veil I count steps but I'm alone Carbon coffee keeps me sharp Counting footsteps in the dark Twenty-four frames a second pass None of them are built to last Carbon coffee in my cup Swallow down the projector hum Film burns out at three AM Ash falls on the aperture Coffee's cold and tastes like tar Footsteps fade like busted car Manager yells sweep the floor I just watch the reel spin more No tickets sold for what they see Just rain and oil, no symphonies Projector coughs a final wheeze I count the steps to find my peace Carbon coffee keeps me sharp Counting footsteps in the dark Twenty-four frames a second pass None of them are built to last Carbon coffee in my cup Swallow down the projector hum Dawn cracks gray through venetian blind Reel runs out, leaves dust behind Wipe the grill, flip the sign to closed Footsteps stop when night's deposed Last cup poured, the bitter brew Carbon coffee sees me through Carbon coffee keeps me sharp Counting footsteps in the dark Twenty-four frames a second pass None of them are built to last Carbon coffee in my cup Swallow down the projector hum Carbon coffee keeps me sharp Counting footsteps in the dark Projector hums a low down tune Rain stops writing on the roof

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