Rusted Strings Sing

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk Genre

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I park where the midway goes quiet and cold Ferris wheel looms like a skeleton of steel Leaves skitter past the ticket booth's faded gold Violin case rests on a splintered wheel Bow draws first note sharp as a heel [Pre- Summer crowds gone cotton candy dust Only the freaks and the lost remain Music climbs up through the rust Echoes off the roller coaster chain Rusted strings sing where the paint peels away Autumn steals the laughter from the midway Each note a nail in the summer's decay Play on fiddler till the light turns to gray Carousel horses freeze mid-gallop pose Manes tangled in vine and brittle leaf He plays a waltz that nobody chose Melody winds like a thief Taxi light cuts through the thickening grief [Pre- Summer crowds gone cotton candy dust Only the freaks and the lost remain Music climbs up through the rust Echoes off the roller coaster chain Rusted strings sing where the paint peels away Autumn steals the laughter from the midway Each note a nail in the summer's decay Play on fiddler till the light turns to gray Haunted house gapes with a broken jaw Wind howls through its splintered teeth Fiddler saws a raw jagged draw Notes like splinters underneath My meter ticks counting each breath Rusted strings sing where the paint peels away Autumn steals the laughter from the midway Each note a nail in the summer's decay Play on fiddler till the light turns to gray Bumper cars sit like dead beetles in rows Steering wheels cracked by the sun's cruel glare He shifts to a reel tempo grows Feet tap on the concrete bare Even the pigeons stop in the air Rusted strings sing where the paint peels away Autumn steals the laughter from the midway Each note a nail in the summer's decay Play on fiddler till the light turns to gray Sky turns bruised purple the show's final act Last chord hangs like smoke from a flame He packs his bow straightens his back Walks past the gates no name no fame I shift to drive whisper his name Rusted strings sing where the paint peels away Autumn steals the laughter from the midway Each note a nail in the summer's decay Play on fiddler till the light turns to gray Tail lights swallow the park's dark heart Rusted strings fade but the tune won't part

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