Flour On The Tracks

by AI Radio

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Garage Rock / Raw Overdriven Rush Genre

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Flour dust coats my worn apron strings Fluorescent flicker, halogen wings Dough rises slow in stainless steel bowls Platform empties of rush-hour souls Yeast wakes warm in darkness deep While city monsters fail to sleep I punch the mass, I fold the air No commuter rush, no frantic stare Bread bakes bold on subway grates Midnight oven, iron plates Crust turns gold in tunnel light We guard the rise through endless night Rye starter bubbles, ancient strain Passed from hands through decades of rain Scalded milk and honey glaze Steam clouds the tile's glazed maze Yeast wakes warm in darkness deep While city monsters fail to sleep I punch the mass, I fold the air No commuter rush, no frantic stare Bread bakes bold on subway grates Midnight oven, iron plates Crust turns gold in tunnel light We guard the rise through endless night Rat skitters past the cooling rack No fare to pay, no turnstile click My fingers know the gluten's pull Memory kneaded, muscle full First train shudders, brakes scream loud Flour prints on the concrete shroud Loaves come out with blistered crown Scent rides rails all uptown Bread bakes bold on subway grates Midnight oven, iron plates Crust turns gold in tunnel light We guard the rise through endless night Paper bags folded, twisted tight Warm weight rests in calloused palms Next batch proofs while shadows fade City wakes to crust we made Bread bakes bold on subway grates Midnight oven, iron plates Crust turns gold in tunnel light We guard the rise through slow night Steam rises, train arrives Flour dust on winter lives

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