Gold Case Cold

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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I'm a gold case in a stone gut Lid snapped tight like a diner shut Gears grind slow like short-order eggs Frozen stiff as wooden legs Gold don't shine in a stone throat Chain don't rattle, chain don't float Seventy-eight beats, slow and mean Coldest kitchen I ever seen Priest left offerings, dust and bone Altar's just a grill of stone Incense smells like burnt coffee grounds Same stench in my downtown rounds Gold don't shine in a stone throat Chain don't rattle, chain don't float Seventy-eight beats, slow and mean Coldest kitchen I ever seen Stairs go down like a freezer door Each step creaks on a frozen floor Lint in my works, grit in my teeth Thirty years on the graveyard beat Midnight rush, no tickets called Orders shouted, never stalled Regulars don't tip the dead Check's been paid in dust and lead Found the chamber, found the throne King of dust and calcite bone Scepter's a stalactite shard Crown's a drip from the ceiling hard Gold don't shine in a stone throat Chain don't rattle, chain don't float Seventy-eight beats, slow and mean Coldest kitchen I ever seen Set my hands to the high noon mark Alarm don't ring, don't make a spark Left my chain on the altar stone Cook's done feeding the unknown Gold don't shine in a stone throat Chain don't rattle, chain don't float Seventy-eight beats, slow and mean Coldest kitchen I ever seen Time's up, boss, I'm clocking out Wind me slow when the thaw comes round Gold case cold on the frozen ground

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