Mesa Line

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Lineman climbs the creosote pole Glass insulators catch the whole Sun spills gold on copper thread He leans in to hear the dead Mesa line hums low and sweet Canyon dust covers his feet He wipes sweat from weathered cheek Listens deep where voices speak Truck sits idle engine cold Tool belt heavy leather old Pliers bite through oxidation Static hums across the nation Mesa line hums low and sweet Canyon dust covers his feet He wipes sweat from weathered cheek Listens deep where voices speak Camera eye frames silhouette Against the burning violet set Shutter snaps the moment clean Wire singer desert queen No dial tone no busy signal Just wind through juniper and treble He adjusts the gain just right Night falls hard on copper light Headset cord wraps round his thumb Counties fade where waters run He hears a ranch hand call his wife A doctor saving someone's life Mesa line hums low and sweet Canyon dust covers his feet He wipes sweat from weathered cheek Listens deep where voices speak Film advances thumb moves fast Captures first and captures last Lineman nods the job is done Sun drops down the repairman's gun Mesa line hums low and sweet Canyon dust covers his feet He wipes sweat from weathered cheek Listens deep where voices speak Mesa line hums low and sweet Canyon dust covers his feet Shutter clicks the day goodbye Wire hums beneath the sky

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