Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Across the steppe, a solemn sight.
Steel horses breathe a rhythmic sigh,
Beneath a vast and endless sky.
*Bassia tatarica* knows the strain,
Of iron giants on the plain.
They dip and rise, a measured beat,
Pulling darkness from beneath our feet.
Odessa nods, a silent grace,
Oil black tears on a weathered face.
The pump jacks weep, a steady drone,
A kingdom built on borrowed bone.
*Artemisia vulgaris* scents the air,
A fragile bloom beyond compare.
The metal sings a creaking song,
Where lonely echoes linger long.
Odessa nods, a silent grace,
Oil black tears on a weathered face.
The pump jacks weep, a steady drone,
A kingdom built on borrowed bone.
The field hands watch with weary eyes,
As sun descends and daylight dies.
Each rising fall, a hopeful plea,
For future harvests, wild and free.
Odessa nods, a silent grace,
Oil black tears on a weathered face.
The pump jacks weep, a steady drone,
A kingdom built on borrowed bone.
*Helianthus annuus* turns its head,
To greet the shadows, softly spread.
A golden crown on barren ground,
Where fortune's fickle hand is found.
The earth remembers ancient things,
The whispered hopes that progress brings.
A fragile balance, held in trust,
Between the soil and turning rust.
The wind it carries stories old,
Of fortunes won and futures sold.
These metal limbs, they never rest,
A restless pulse within the breast.
Odessa nods, a silent grace,
Oil black tears on a weathered face.
The pump jacks weep, a steady drone,
A kingdom built on borrowed bone.
Steel whispers on the breeze,
Amongst the swaying, sun-bleached trees.
Odessa sleeps, but still she sighs,
Beneath the vast and endless skies.
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