Ghost Of The Bayou

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Copper sky turns into gold Wooden porch is gray and old Cypress knees break through the mud Salty water in the blood He circles low above the pine Crossing over every line Waiting for the light to fade In the heavy humid shade White wings cutting through the black Once he goes he won't come back Searching for a silver sound Swooping low above the ground Yellow eyes like burning glass Watching all the minutes pass Feathers white as bleached out bone Sailing through the night alone He circles low above the pine Crossing over every line Waiting for the light to fade In the heavy humid shade White wings cutting through the black Once he goes he won't come back Searching for a silver sound Swooping low above the ground Spanish moss hangs like a veil Moonlight makes the river pale Old porch boards begin to creak Searching for the prey he seeks High above the muddy flow Where the heavy lilies grow Hold your breath and close your eyes Underneath the velvet skies White wings cutting through the black Once he goes he won't come back Searching for a silver sound Swooping low above the ground Dusk is gone the air is chill Everything is standing still One last glide across the wood Hunting where the cedar stood White wings cutting through the black Once he goes he won't come back Searching for a silver sound Swooping low above the ground Ghost of the bayou. Ghost of the bayou. Swooping low. Ghost of the bayou.

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