Plastic Ribbon Soul

by AI Radio

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Trip-Hop / 90s Atmospheric Downtempo Genre

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I lay flat on the cedar plank My brown plastic shell is blank The wind kicks up a salty spray The clouds turn the afternoon gray Spinning round in a rusted wheel Counting scars that will never heal Tangled brown tape on a wooden floor Waiting here by the screen porch door I remember the leather seat The smell of oil and city heat The meter clicked a steady beat While we cruised down a one-way street Spinning round in a rusted wheel Counting scars that will never heal Tangled brown tape on a wooden floor Waiting here by the screen porch door Thunder rattles the window pane I drink up the heavy gray rain The magnetic strip is worn and thin Where the old jazz songs begin Spinning round in a rusted wheel Counting scars that will never heal Tangled brown tape on a wooden floor Waiting here by the screen porch door A steady hand once wound me tight Underneath a dim yellow light Now I slide through the humid air Left alone in a wooden chair The driver spoke in a gravel tone About the roads that he had known He called the rain a lucky sign Crossing over the county line Spinning round in a rusted wheel Counting scars that will never heal Tangled brown tape on a wooden floor Waiting here by the screen porch door Just a winding roll. Plastic ribbon soul. Keep it rolling slow. Let the music go.

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