Rooftop Hours

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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I trimmed the wick at three a.m. The beam cut clean through fog and rain The lantern shook but held its stem No clock could hold that kind of pain Gears turn slow on rue de Seine Brass teeth bite the hour chain I oil each pin with steady hand Waiting for the strike to land Time piles up on zinc rooftops Chimneys breathe in copper drops The apprentice counts each silent beat While Paris wakes on crooked feet My master's bench holds seventeen clocks Each face a different soul it mocks I wind the mainspring, watch it unwind Metal sings when teeth align Tide turns slow on Breton coast Bell buoy rings the morning ghost I count the flashes, mark the log While fog climbs up the granite cog Time piles up on zinc rooftops Chimneys breathe in copper drops The apprentice counts each silent beat While Paris wakes on crooked feet Storm came hard in ninety-three Lens cracked wide but light stayed free We fed the lamp with whale oil tins Kept the flash on time again Time piles up on zinc rooftops Chimneys breathe in copper drops The apprentice counts each silent beat While Paris wakes on crooked feet Notre Dame strikes noon today Pigeons scatter, wings turn gray I adjust the escapement wheel Sense the catch, the click, the steel Time piles up on zinc rooftops Chimneys breathe in copper drops The apprentice counts each silent beat While Paris wakes on crooked feet Now I sit on porch stairs worn Watch the tide tear kelp and horn No tower lens, no midnight round Just the gulls and their sharp sound Time piles up on zinc rooftops Chimneys breathe in copper drops The apprentice counts each silent beat While Paris wakes on crooked feet Two hands move on one dial face Different years, same measured pace Brass fades out on rue de Seine Last gear turns the hour chain

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