Salt And Leather, Leather And Salt

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Black leather rests on barnacled wood Wind sings through the piling gaps Salt crust forms where fingers stood Harbor swallows engine claps Salt and leather, leather and salt Tide don't care who wore them last Wind stitches seams with brine and salt Pier keeps secrets, holds them fast Dockhand left them, maybe Pete Or the girl with red-painted nails Coffee steam on Fourth Street Knows the weight of heavy tales Salt and leather, leather and salt Tide don't care who wore them last Wind stitches seams with brine and salt Pier keeps secrets, holds them fast Cook flips eggs at three a.m. Regulars grunt, newspapers fold Gloves out there don't need a name Just the dark and water cold Salt and leather, leather and salt Tide don't care who wore them last Wind stitches seams with brine and salt Pier keeps secrets, holds them fast Saxophone cries through porthole glass Bass line deep as anchor chain Morning breaks on dirty brass Gloves still wait for falling rain Shift ends, keys hit counter top Sun paints gold on rusted steel Leather sleeps while gulls call stop Harbor keeps what time won't heal Salt and leather, leather and salt Tide don't care who wore them last Wind stitches seams with brine and salt Pier keeps secrets, holds them fast Salt and leather, leather and salt Dawn won't ask, and night won't tell Pier keeps secrets, holds them well Piano fades on final note Gloves still waiting, pier and salt

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