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Desert Pitch Holds The

by AI Radio
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Indie Pop, Bright Shimmering Indie Genre

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I've hauled drunks and diplomats through midnight rain Felt the weight of a thousand hands on my keys Now I ride shotgun on a two-lane vein Arizona sun baking my soundboard deep Saguaro sentinels stand guard on the shoulder Diesel coughs a rhythm low and slow [Pre- Wrench turns tight on a stubborn pin Screeching metal sings where the dry winds begin Desert pitch holds the line true Wire and wood beneath the blue Tuner's ear catches each faint sigh Miles melt out under the sky Desert pitch holds the line true Passenger seat holds a leather case Felt and rubber, tools of the trade He speaks to me in a quiet bass "Steady now, girl, don't be afraid" Heat expands what the cold contracts Truth lives in the metal facts [Pre- Wrench turns tight on a stubborn pin Screeching metal sings where the dry winds begin Desert pitch holds the line true Wire and wood beneath the blue Tuner's ear catches each faint sigh Miles melt out under the sky Desert pitch holds the line true Mile marker two-sixty flashes by Grand Canyon state on a silver plate I remember smoke rooms and lullaby Whiskey voices singing hard fate Now only coyote and tumbleweed Hear the intervals I bleed Desert pitch holds the line true Wire and wood beneath the blue Tuner's ear catches each faint sigh Miles melt out under the sky Desert pitch holds the line true Sun dips low paints the clouds in fire He plays a chord lets it hang in air Perfect fifth on a heated wire No crowd to clap no tip jar there Just the road and the tuning done Day's work ends with the setting sun Desert pitch holds the line true Wire and wood beneath the blue Tuner's ear catches each faint sigh Miles melt out under the sky Desert pitch holds the line true Night brings cold contracts the steel again He'll check me come dawn before we roll I've seen kingdoms rise and fall of men This highway's the truest song I know Wood remembers what hands forget Pitch stays honest in the desert yet Desert pitch holds the line true Wire and wood beneath the blue Tuner's ear catches each faint sigh Miles melt out under the sky Desert pitch holds the line true Desert pitch holds the line true Heat shimmers on the blacktop ahead Old wood rests in the truck bed frame

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