Red Felt Horizon

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk, Gritty Revival Genre

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Picked him up at Terminal Three Suitcase light but heavy on his knee Said Driver take me where the chips fall free Mist clings low to Fremont Street Red felt horizon first bet placed Mist burns off the die is cast House don't care who wins or loses Just the vig on every choice Red felt horizon sharp and clean First step toward what might have been Carpet swallows every footfall whole Patterns designed to lose the soul Cocktail lights blink on the tray Whiskey watered dreams on layaway Red felt horizon first bet placed Mist burns off the die is cast House don't care who wins or loses Just the vig on every choice Red felt horizon sharp and clean First step toward what might have been Pit boss watches from the raised floor Math runs cold behind the steel door Player sweats the chips stack high Morning comes to testify Red felt horizon first bet placed Mist burns off the die is cast House don't care who wins or loses Just the vig on every choice Red felt horizon sharp and clean First step toward what might have been Meter ticks while fortunes turn Lessons that the gamblers learn Mist lifts slow on desert sand House always holds the upper hand Drop him at the cage at dawn Pockets light but spirit drawn Says Driver same time tomorrow night Mist returns with dying light Red felt horizon first bet placed Mist burns off the die is cast House don't care who wins or loses Just the vig on every choice Red felt horizon sharp and clean First step toward what might have been Meter running horizon calling Another fare another falling

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