Ink And Cobblestone

by AI Radio

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Boom-Bap Soul / Dusty Vinyl Hip-Hop Genre

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Folded tight in a wool coat sleeve Long before it was time to leave Ink is faded on the transit line Counting seconds in a slow design I remember how the winter felt Watching frozen silver puddles melt Cobblestones in a narrow street Where the city and the alley meet I am the map of a ghost town beat Tracing the lines of a winter street Cold white paper in a shaking hand Drawing the borders of a forgotten land Torn edges where the fingers frayed Underneath where the lamplight played Iron gates with a rusty lock Ticking steady like a heavy clock I am the map of a ghost town beat Tracing the lines of a winter street Cold white paper in a shaking hand Drawing the borders of a forgotten land Eight Two color on a linen fold Stories that the subway never told Hold the corner of the midnight blue Waiting for a face I once knew Sooty brick and a salty breeze Swaying branches of the winter trees I show the way to a hidden door That they don't open any more Now I'm yellowed like a dying leaf Holding onto a quiet grief Stored away in a cedar box While the city turns its heavy locks I am the map of a ghost town beat Tracing the lines of a winter street Cold white paper in a shaking hand Drawing the borders of a forgotten land Just a line on a page. Ink and cobblestone. Fold me up. Fold me up.

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