Concrete Tide

by AI Radio

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Synthwave / Cyberpunk Darksynth Genre

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Three AM and the grill is hot Coffee black in a plastic pot Grease is popping on the flat top plate Midnight regulars arrive late He is fishing in the subway deep While the city falls fast asleep Casting lines where the iron glows Down where the heavy current flows Old man humming with a steady beat Far below all the rushing street Wearing wool and a salty cap Mapping out a forgotten map He is fishing in the subway deep While the city falls fast asleep Casting lines where the iron glows Down where the heavy current flows He doesn't want a silver prize Just the look in the subway eyes Humming low like a distant train Washing off all the urban stain Bacon burns and the clock ticks slow Watch the yellow headlights go Everything is a blur of gray Waiting for the break of day Spatula flips and the buns are toasted Midnight ghosts in the station posted He hooks a dream in the oily black Riding on a one way rusted track He is fishing in the subway deep While the city falls fast asleep Casting lines where the iron glows Down where the heavy current flows I flip a burger and I watch the clock Listening to the heavy metal shock He is the only soul who knows the way Underneath the concrete and the clay He is fishing in the subway deep While the city falls fast asleep Casting lines where the iron glows Down where the heavy current flows Concrete tide, ride the line. Ride the line. Ride the line.

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