Salt In The City

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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He sits by the basement door His boots leave a stain on the floor He smells like a rusty old chain He talks to the wind and the rain A navy coat worn at the wrist He holds a gold coin in his fist The jazz spills out cold on the street He drums with his two heavy feet He is sailing on a concrete sea Looking for a place to be free Wash the salt away from the bone He is drifting out here alone He tells me the currents are wrong He hums a strange nautical song I flip a grilled patty for two He says that the water is blue He is sailing on a concrete sea Looking for a place to be free Wash the salt away from the bone He is drifting out here alone The subway shakes the iron ground A lonely and metallic sound He looks at the sky for a star He knows that the harbor is far He asks for a black coffee cup He waits for the tide to wake up The sax plays a low lonely note He imagines he is on a boat He tips me a dime and a grin The city noise starts to cave in He walks to the curb with a sway Then turns and he wanders away He is sailing on a concrete sea Looking for a place to be free Wash the salt away from the bone He is drifting out here alone Salt in the city Drifting alone Just drifting alone

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