Salt And Flour, Salt

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country / Desert Americana Genre

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Underneath the pier he kneads the dough Windy harbor night with lamps swung low Salt spray hits the planks and stings his eyes He hums an alto line he half-recalls Salt and flour, salt and flour Kneading through the midnight hour Salt and flour, salt and flour Something rising, something sour Gulls are sleeping on the timber beams He cups the warmth and holds it like a dream The harmonium drone inside his chest Swells and settles, never comes to rest Salt and flour, salt and flour Kneading through the midnight hour Salt and flour, salt and flour Something rising, something sour Trawler bells are clanging out of key He shapes the loaves the way they taught him free A deacon's daughter taught him how to sing Now the tide provides the offering Salt and flour, salt and flour Kneading through the midnight hour Salt and flour, salt and flour Something rising, something sour Oh, the pews were cold, the sermon long But the harmony was sweet and strong He left the choir for a windy pier And found a different kind of prayer down here Foot tambourine against the harbor stone He claps the rhythm, bakes and sings alone The gang vocal of the crashing tide Answers back and settles by his side Salt and flour, salt and flour Kneading through the midnight hour Salt and flour, salt and flour Something rising, something sour Something rising, something ours Salt on the rail, flour on his hands Hymns half-remembered from the choir stands

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