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Prism At The Pump

by AI Radio
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Art Rock / Jazz-Noir Genre

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I plant my feet in oil and grit Where the diesel fumes and asphalt sit I watch the Monstera climb the wall Waiting for the autumn rain to fall Solder burns upon my thumb Beating like a steady drum Colors bleeding through the pane Washing out the city stain Cut the glass to catch the glow Watch the ruby currents flow Crossroad station, midnight blue Painting everything anew My Calathea folds its leaves tight Hiding from the humming halogen light I grind the shards into a perfect square While the scent of gasoline fills the air Solder burns upon my thumb Beating like a steady drum Colors bleeding through the pane Washing out the city stain Cut the glass to catch the glow Watch the ruby currents flow Crossroad station, midnight blue Painting everything anew Latin names are etched in leaden lines Hidden deep among the traffic signs The soil is sour but the root is strong Right here where the lonely travelers belong One shard of amber, one slice of gold A secret story that the headlights hold I hold my breath as the solder cools Playing by the broken artisan rules Cut the glass to catch the glow Watch the ruby currents flow Crossroad station, midnight blue Painting everything anew I talk to ferns in the humid haze Counting down the heavy summer days My fingers ache from the cutting wheel Turning all this static into something real Cut the glass to catch the glow Watch the ruby currents flow Crossroad station, midnight blue Painting everything anew Rooted in the concrete floor. Prism at the pump. Just a little more.

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