Cypress Bone

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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I am cedar skin and gray Feeling salt wash far away He comes back with heavy boots Deep as any cypress roots Sinking slow in thick black mud Tidal pull in every flood Tension pulls the wooden beam Ripping through a steady dream I hold the ghost of a sailor's stride Waiting for the turning tide Sinking deep in the bayou loam Cypress bone is the only home He sits down with shaking hands Thinking of the distant sands Iron rust on every nail Scent of brine and weathered sail Sinking slow in thick black mud Tidal pull in every flood Tension pulls the wooden beam Ripping through a steady dream I hold the ghost of a sailor's stride Waiting for the turning tide Sinking deep in the bayou loam Cypress bone is the only home Taxodium lucens green Deepest shade I've ever seen Sap is thick like amber gold Stories that the water told I hold the ghost of a sailor's stride Waiting for the turning tide Sinking deep in the bayou loam Cypress bone is the only home Copper light on stagnant streams Silver scales and sudden gleams He is leaning on my side Nowhere left for him to hide I hold the ghost of a sailor's stride Waiting for the turning tide Sinking deep in the bayou loam Cypress bone is the only home Sinking deep Sinking slow Cypress bone

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