Pilings Hold

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Propane lantern paints the rail gold Pilot boots tap thruster casings cold Spanish moss combs wind through rusted hinges Meter's running whether wings move or not Pilings hold when water rises Pilings hold when thunder hollers Salt air writes its checks in rust We know the math of coming home Thruster breath sings blue in mosquito netting Crawfish holes blink at exhaust heat Pirogue wakes lap the porch steps gentle Don't argue with the road you're flying Pilings hold when water rises Pilings hold when thunder hollers Salt air writes its checks in rust We know the math of coming home Weather teaches what no chart explains Cypress roots drink deep the coming storm Gator eyes count down the minute hand Every fare's a story etched in grain Pilings hold when water rises Pilings hold when thunder hollers Salt air writes its checks in rust We know the math of coming home Thrusters cool to hand-warm steel Bayou swallows engine song whole Pilot lights a cigarette slow Dawn'll bring the next departure Boots retrace the path to cockpit door Porch sighs deep in piling bone Spanish moss unclenches from the rail We'll be here when wheels kiss sky again Pilings hold when water rises Pilings hold when thunder hollers Salt air writes its checks in rust We know the math of coming home Pilings hold Pilings hold Cypress knees drink tea at dawn Gator trails write fresh maps slow

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