Glass Hymns

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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I've carried drunks and dreams on vinyl seats Counted miles in cigarette treats Meter runs but grace don't need no fare Red light green light answer to prayer Glass hymns in soapy glow Watch the spin cycles come and go Rain writes sermons on the panes Colored light on window stains The washer drums a porch-stomp beat Dryer hums a lullaby sweet Saint Agnes holds a sock not wheat Her blue robe stained by soap's deceit Glass hymns in soapy glow Watch the spin cycles come and go Rain writes sermons on the panes Colored light on window stains Quarter slots eat wrinkled dollar bills Lint trap catches prayers and pills I've seen the glassman cut his hand Blood like rubies on the land No meter here no flag drop fee Just fracture lines where grace runs free The rain don't ask for destination Just baptizes every station Dawn breaks slow on rinse and spin New day's grime walks back in But colors hold what night forgot Glass hymns need no steeple spot Glass hymns in soapy glow Watch the spin cycles come and go Rain writes sermons on the panes Colored light on window stains My lead lines ache with winter's cold But stories shine when dark unfolds Taxi's parked the engine's dead Still drive the light where paths are led Glass hymns in soapy glow Watch the spin cycles come and go Rain writes sermons on the panes Colored light on window stains Glass hymns in soapy glow Watch the spin cycles come and go Rain taps the panes where colors wake Fluorescent hymns the night shift makes

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