Salt Crust Midnight

by AI Radio

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Chamber Pop, Electro-Acoustic Genre

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You park where the pier boards groan and sway Flour dust coats your sleeves in ghostly gray Harbor wind bites through your woolen coat Dough rises slow in the trough's wooden boat Salt crust midnight knead the dark tide Hands know the rhythm the ocean can't hide No fare to collect no meter to run Just crust and the stars when the baking is done Old hands read the dough like a road map creased Each fold a turn where the current increased My grandfather said watch the tide not the clock The sea gives flavor no spice rack can stock Salt crust midnight knead the dark tide Hands know the rhythm the ocean can't hide No fare to collect no meter to run Just crust and the stars when the baking is done Muted trumpet bleeds from a shack up the hill Rhodes piano hums where the night air sits still Double bass walks where your footsteps have pressed Flour water salt the holy trinity blessed Salt crust midnight knead the dark tide Hands know the rhythm the ocean can't hide No fare to collect no meter to run Just crust and the stars when the baking is done Crust cracks open steam writes on the glass First loaf pulled slow from the stone's heavy mass No passenger waits no destination in sight Just hunger fed clean in the harbor's cold light Salt crust midnight knead the dark tide Hands know the rhythm the ocean can't hide No fare to collect no meter to run Just crust and the stars when the baking is done Salt crust midnight the harbor's true son

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