Roman Brass Gold

by AI Radio

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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Cobblestones cold on my base Dew on the brass of my face Ancient square wide and so grey Waiting for light of the day The cafe doors are locked tight The stars give up all their light I feel the spring in my gear The first city sounds are near Spinning round in Roman gold Stories that the needles hold Copper glow and velvet black Turning on a dusty track Black coffee smells in the air Morning wind stirs through my hair Waking up slow in the square Watching the world with a stare The cafe doors are locked tight The stars give up all their light I feel the spring in my gear The first city sounds are near Spinning round in Roman gold Stories that the needles hold Copper glow and velvet black Turning on a dusty track Old taxi tires on the street Rhythm of rhythmic old beat Driver knows every blind turn While my inner metal wheels burn One last crank to make it play Chasing the ghosts of the day Silver horn and wooden shell Ringing like a morning bell Spinning round in Roman gold Stories that the needles hold Copper glow and velvet black Turning on a dusty track First customer walks through the gate He is early, I am late He sees the shine of my horn In the hour the city is born Spinning round in Roman gold Stories that the needles hold Copper glow and velvet black Turning on a dusty track Turn the key, let it spin. Roman gold, let it in. Let it spin.

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