Iron Vine

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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I am just a rusted gate Standing here to watch and wait Fog is thick like old oatmeal Cold enough to freeze the steel Iron vine and diesel steam Waking from a heavy dream Greenhouse glass and railway grit This is where the edges hit Gardener walks a narrow line Tending to a crooked vine Mud is deep around his boot Tangled up in iron root Iron vine and diesel steam Waking from a heavy dream Greenhouse glass and railway grit This is where the edges hit He brings a pot of potting soil Where the greasy engines boil Wet gray mist is on the breeze Swaying through the cedar trees Iron vine and diesel steam Waking from a heavy dream Greenhouse glass and railway grit This is where the edges hit Copper pipes and humid air Cutting through a vacant stare Heavy loads on heavy tracks Bending all the metal backs He plants a seed in oil spill Waiting for the wind to chill I hold the latch and feel the shake Watching every sleeper break Iron vine and diesel steam Waking from a heavy dream Greenhouse glass and railway grit This is where the edges hit Just another fare on track No way out and no way back Iron vine. (Fuzz fade)

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