Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes suspended in thin gray air
Patterned light on weathered skin and hair
A lonely gramophone, its voice gone stale
Whispers of a tune, long silenced and frail
Silent harbor, empty dock at dusk
How long since any foot or boat has husked?
Eroding wood, exposed to rain and wind
Nature's takeover, void left behind
Fading shadows, replicating time
Symphony of emptiness, no sign of rhyme
But for the rusting heartbeat in my core
A siren's call, forever 'neath the floor
In the stillness, I hear what's yet to come
Echoes of the dawn, like a long-lost tune
Whispers merging, a melody sublime
I await the first clear light, the first clean line
Night's dark veil begins to lift and rise
Morning's first blush touches my weathered disguise
Restless energy stirs, the gramophone's voice
Sings in the silence, in a mournful choice
Vibrations underfoot, the first awakening
Steadily gaining force, my metal spine un susceptibility
I purposefully await the morning's radiance
To shine a light on my neglected, rusting expanse
First light colors the clouds, the world's reawakening
A lone crying gull, the ferry's silent creaking
Seagulls hover, while my needle softly scrapes
The remnants of a song etched in worn plates
Fading shadows, replicating time
Symphony of emptiness, no sign of rhyme
But for the rusting heartbeat in my core
A siren's call, forever 'neath the floor
In the stillness, I hear what's yet to come
Echoes of the dawn, like a long-lost tune
Whispers merging, a melody sublime
I await the first clear light, the first clean line
As sun's first beams illuminate my rusty frame
A fleeting beauty, creased and tarnished, ephemeral as a flame
I carry memories of songs that once could soothe
Through sonic whispers in the morning's youth
Now the light fully unfurls, the harbor's alive
Murmurs of the city, the world's vibrant drive
A new day born, the gramophone's tale complete
My final reverberations, a nostalgic, fleeting beat
Dust motes dancing in the sun's warm rays
Echoes of my song, forever in the haze
A closing chapter, a fading, endearing hum
My story punctuated, in the morning's warm dawn.
