Rust Carousel

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk, Appalachian Gothic, Country Genre

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Projectionist hums low in the dark booth Reel clicks steady a metronome truth Camera girl climbs the rusted rail Shutter snaps horses with flaking tail Rust carousel spins without sound Leaves fall hard on the frozen ground Voices rise where calliope died Night folds slow on the midway wide Double bass bows a low lonesome line Glockenspiel chimes like broken time He threads the gate with nicotine fingers She counts the frames that the light remembers Bus ticket tucked in her worn coat seam He rewinds reels from a dead man's dream Ferris wheel groans in the October gust Film burns bright in the projector's trust Rust carousel spins without sound Leaves fall hard on the frozen ground Voices rise where calliope died Night folds slow on the midway wide Nylon strings tremble in cold barn air Bass notes climb like a wooden stair She winds the crank he loads the reel Dawn cracks sharp on the spinning wheel Last frame flickers the motor sighs Morning paints gold on the closed-up eyes She drops the lens in her canvas bag He locks the door with a brass key tag Rust carousel spins without sound Leaves fall hard on the frozen ground Voices rise where calliope died Night folds slow on the midway wide Film spools turn beneath peeling paint Autumn wind shakes the ticket gate

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