Midnight Calling

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Midnight diner, harbinger of dawn Rusty boat pulled up, stories untold born Sauces splattered on the counter, heaven's kiss on high The Tornado's call, it echoes here, 'til the sky I've got a steel beast parked outside, salty sea tales to tell Rusted ocean water, ravenous tales in my belly I'll trade the frigid harbor for this worn diner stool Foggy memories swirl, but this place has a pull Neon puddles, streets alive, where worn souls come to dine Midnight calling, I'll answer, tonight I'll be just fine Steaming cups, greasy chrome, grease-stained apron tales Torch lighting cheap filters, even angels hide their scales Buzz of the jukebox Babylon, whiskey-soaked conversations The night's a hungry beast, but I'm no stranger to its devotion I've got a steel beast parked outside, salty sea tales to tell Rusted ocean water, ravenous tales in my belly I'll trade the frigid harbor for this worn diner stool Foggy memories swirl, but this place has a pull Neon puddles, streets alive, where worn souls come to dine Midnight calling, I'll answer, tonight I'll be just fine Cigarette smoke, sprinkles of talk, end of the line, the meek Scratch the surface here, stories will peep Fly-by-night relations, over-the-road confessions Microscopic worlds colliding as coffee flows I've got a steel beast parked outside, salty sea tales to tell Rusted ocean water, ravenous tales in my belly Midnight's lonely lullaby, pitches dark and low The diner's heartbeat matches mine, in rhythm it will grow One shot of espresso dawns the stage, a weary hero stands Answering the call of neon, sweating hands, across the land I'll trade the frigid harbor for this worn diner stool Foggy memories swirl, but this place has a pull Neon puddles, streets alive, where worn souls come to dine Midnight calling, I'll answer, tonight I'll be just fine Midnight diner, harbinger of dawn Rusty boat pulled up, stories untold born Sauces splattered on the counter, heaven's kiss on high The Tornado's call, it echoes here, 'til the sky Whispering neon coos, lonely nighthawks prowl Binders of secrets hidden, as I pour another coffee

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