Oil And Ice

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock, Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Brass gears sleep in oil-stained wool Frost writes script on workshop stool Master snores above the lathe I count teeth on winter's stave [Pre- Breath clouds rise like Kyrie pleas Stairwell swallows Latin verse Altos hum in damaged keys Time keeps ticking getting worse Oil and ice don't mix or mend Gears grind slow where pathways end Cobblestones eat compass points Winter breaks the joint's anoint Harmonica bleeds through brick seams Hammond organ haunts my dreams Choir robes packed in cedar chest Now I tune what runs down west [Pre- Breath clouds rise like Kyrie pleas Stairwell swallows Latin verse Altos hum in damaged keys Time keeps ticking getting worse Oil and ice don't mix or mend Gears grind slow where pathways end Cobblestones eat compass points Winter breaks the joint's anoint Mainspring screams in copper throat Escapement catches on my coat Snow packs deep in alley's yawn Morning bells stay dead and gone Oil and ice don't mix or mend Gears grind slow where pathways end Cobblestones eat compass points Winter breaks the joint's anoint Fingers numb on file and pin Sanctus rings beneath my skin Half-remembered measure beat Sacred tempo cold concrete Oil and ice don't mix or mend Gears grind slow where pathways end Cobblestones eat compass points Winter breaks the joint's anoint Dawn fractures through soot-stained glass Master wakes the night must pass Spring unwinds in brass and bone I'm still here still not quite home Oil and ice don't mix or mend Gears grind slow where pathways end Cobblestones eat compass points Winter breaks the joint's anoint Oil and ice don't mix or mend Slide guitar fades on frozen air Foot-thump dies on cobblestones bare

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