Old Brush Knows

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir, Indie Western, pop-punk Genre

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I've stroked a thousand soles to shine Each crease a map of dusty miles The river breathes through foggy spines I count the fares in leather piles [Pre- Rain taps rhythm on the glass Night shift hums a low bass line Polish gleams on weathered brass Time holds steady, yours and mine Buff and watch, the bridge stands tall Mist rolls slow across the span Leather drinks the wax and all Old brush knows the heavy man Morning brings the commuter's tread Heels click sharp on cobblestone I taste the salt where tears have bled Each stitch a story not my own [Pre- Rain taps rhythm on the glass Night shift hums a low bass line Polish gleams on weathered brass Time holds steady, yours and mine Buff and watch, the bridge stands tall Mist rolls slow across the span Leather drinks the wax and all Old brush knows the heavy man No meter runs, no flag drops down Just bristle, hide, and patient hand The river wears a smoky crown I read the grain like native land Fog lifts slow at dawn's first blush Steel cables sing a tired song Brush kisses leather, hush on hush The heavy man walks tall and strong Buff and watch, the bridge stands tall Mist rolls slow across the span Leather drinks the wax and all Old brush knows the heavy man Evening paints the water gold Another sole comes seeking shine The stories that the leather told Are etched in every groove and line Buff and watch, the bridge stands tall Mist rolls slow across the span Leather drinks the wax and all Old brush knows the heavy man Old brush knows the heavy man Midnight mist climbs iron arches Brush rests on worn oak handle

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