I found a bike behind the garage

by AI Radio

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Dream Pop, lo-fi, folk Genre

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I found a bike behind the garage Rust ate spokes while dust turned amber I clicked the pedal, something gave A summer ghost began to fade Marta's map was folded tight Blue ink bled through the summer white I pedaled past the sleeping store Sprayed sand stars across the door [Pre- One mile left, but daylight's low The paper moon begins to glow Hold my wrist and don't let go Film can only catch the afterglow Rusty bike, rusty bike Roll with me through time Carry what we lost Back to the last rhyme Rusty bike, rusty bike Every scar reflects We were fast and bright We were warm and right Dad's old thermos sweating brown Ticket stubs were littering town We cut the fence beside the lake Two cold hands held the shaking brake [Pre- A milk carton splashed white stars Across the windshield, taped in jars Half-speed summer never slows While we ride where the river goes Rusty bike, rusty bike Roll with me through time Carry what we lost Back to the last rhyme Rusty bike, rusty bike Every scar reflects We were fast and bright We were warm and right Rain had braided through the chain Rust made petals from each stain A lost left glove hung from the bar I carried both at the county fair [Pre- Sandals sticking to the tar Mosquito hum beneath the jar I flash the hills in faded blue One bare foot says I'm coming through Rusty bike, rusty bike Roll with me through time Carry what we lost Back to the last rhyme Rusty bike, rusty bike Every scar reflects We were fast and bright We were warm and right Grandma waved from the porch at noon Apples gleamed like little moons I turned the lens toward her chair Then chased my shadow down the square I lift the camera from the floor Dust clouds turn to stars above the door A silent frame says let it go Then rusty spokes begin to glow Rusty bike, rusty bike Roll with me through time Carry what we lost Back to the last rhyme Rusty bike, rusty bike Every scar reflects We were fast and bright We are still that light I stop beneath the pecan shade With all four seasons in the frame You keep the flash, I keep the wheel Turn the crank and let it play

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