Ghost Bike Amsterdam

by AI Radio

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City Pop, funk Genre

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Fog rolls thick on Herengracht tonight Gas lamps flicker, casting amber light A frame of steel, painted faded black Returns again on the same old track Ghost bike rides the bridge again Winter fog rolls off the skin Wheels turn slow on cobblestone Owns the road he calls his own Steel ghost dancing in the mist Amsterdam is cold and kissed Basket full of tulips, frozen stiff Handlebars gripped in a leather cuff Rider gone but the bike remains Circling bridges through the rains The keeper knows the pull of beams Cutting through the water dreams He sees the bike a lantern bright Pedaling through the heavy night Ghost bike rides the bridge again Winter fog rolls off the skin Wheels turn slow on cobblestone Owns the road he calls his own Steel ghost dancing in the mist Amsterdam is cold and kissed Brass hits sharp like gulls that cry Slap bass walking, passing by No engine roar, no heavy fuel Just human power, golden rule Fog lifts slow, the city wakes History is what it makes Morning breaks on Magere Brug Bike rests quiet, job well done Waiting for the rising sun Ghost rider's work is never done Ghost bike rides the bridge again Winter fog rolls off the skin Wheels turn slow on cobblestone Owns the road he calls his own Steel ghost dancing in the mist Amsterdam is cold and kissed Steel ghost thinning in the dawn Wheels stop turning, rider gone Amsterdam breathes on

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