Ceramic Soul

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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I sit on a shelf of chipped white paint The fluorescent hum is loud and quaint A thousand cars roll through the rain I feel the rattle of the diesel train I am the cup with the coffee stain Waiting for hands to break the chain Under the buzz of a humming light Holding the ghost of a desert night The counter is cold and smells of oil The midnight coffee starts to boil A trucker stops with a heavy tread Thinking of home and a warm soft bed He holds my handle with a calloused grip A bitter brew for a long slow sip He looks at the road through a foggy pane Then leaves me here in the pouring rain I am the cup with the coffee stain Waiting for hands to break the chain Under the buzz of a humming light Holding the ghost of a desert night I've seen the headlights cut the black The lonely souls who don't come back A ceramic heart in a plastic place Searching for one familiar face The clock on the wall is stuck on four The wind is howling through the open door I watch the moths hit the purple glare Frozen in time in the midnight air I am the cup with the coffee stain Waiting for hands to break the chain Under the buzz of a humming light Holding the ghost of a desert night Just a ceramic soul Waiting for the road to roll Still here in the light.

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