Frost On The Keys

by AI Radio

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Celtic Folk / Modern Indie Reel Genre

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Iron ribs beneath the snow Typebars sleep in row on row Quercus pressed in leaden bed Winter writes what spring has read Ink stays liquid, ink stays red Frost on the keys, frost on the keys Each strike a seed in frozen breeze Carriage returns to frozen ground Paper drinks the ink down deep Frost on the keys, we do not sleep Alley walls breathe limestone damp Shift lever stuck in winter's cramp Salix bends but holds its ground Typewriter body, oak and sound Ribbon stiff where ink is found Frost on the keys, frost on the keys Each strike a seed in frozen breeze Carriage returns to frozen ground Paper drinks the ink down deep Frost on the keys, we do not sleep Footsteps click on frozen stone Letters wait in bone and bone Fagus stands upright and pale Ribbon turns from black to hail Carriage holds its frozen tale Frost on the keys, frost on the keys Each strike a seed in frozen breeze Carriage returns to frozen ground Paper drinks the ink down deep Frost on the keys, we do not sleep Spring will crack the mortar seams Keys will bloom in spring's first dreams Picea sharp and bright and green Typewriter sings through winter's screen Thaw arrives on typing scene Frost on the keys, frost on the keys Each

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