Cold Brass Hum

by AI Radio

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Industrial Pop / Dark Wave Genre

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Silt on my gold and my glass Watching the heavy boats pass Under a bridge made of stone Waiting in winter alone I hum in the freezing grey Counting the hours of the day Cold brass beating like a drum Listen to the cold brass hum Fog wraps the canal in a sheet Cold water washes the street Rusted and stuck in the mud Sensing the city's dark blood I hum in the freezing grey Counting the hours of the day Cold brass beating like a drum Listen to the cold brass hum Copper is green from the spray Hidden since some distant May Gear teeth are locked in a grip Waiting for one lucky slip Then came a hand in the cold Fingers that felt brave and bold Lifting me out of the black Bringing the ticking beat back Wiped with a cloth and a rag Checking the spring and the snag Warmth from a palm and a thumb Waking the metal from numb I hum in the freezing grey Counting the hours of the day Cold brass beating like a drum Listen to the cold brass hum Now I am wound and I run Watching the rise of the sun No longer lost in the deep Waking a memory from sleep I hum in the freezing grey Counting the hours of the day Cold brass beating like a drum Listen to the cold brass hum Tick. Tick. Tick. I'm back now. Cold brass hum.

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