Salt In The Fuel

by AI Radio

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Indie Pop / Bright Shimmering Indie Genre

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Wrench slips on the manifold bolt Salt wind cuts through the garage door Nitrous bottle gleams cold and blue Harbor lights bleed into the view Fingers black with carbon and grease Choir breath still lives in these palms Altos hummed in minor thirds Now I tune what the engine serves Salt in the fuel, salt in the line Pier wind sings through the intake whine Salt in the fuel, salt in the blood Midnight harbor, holy flood Torque wrench clicks at ninety pounds Gull cries scatter on the sound Compression builds in cylinder walls Tide pulls back, the ocean calls Salt in the fuel, salt in the line Pier wind sings through the intake whine Salt in the fuel, salt in the blood Midnight harbor, holy flood Hymnals gather dust in a trunk But the harmonics never sunk Every bolt turned is a prayer said Every rev wakes the sleeping dead Turbo spools with a dentist's whine Salt crust forms on the chrome shine I breathe deep like before the anthem Engine and pier in perfect tandem Dawn cracks open the steel-gray sky Nitrous purge, a holy sigh Wrench rests warm on the intake manifold Salt and machine, perfectly coiled Salt in the fuel, salt in the line Pier wind sings through the intake whine Salt in the fuel, salt in the blood Midnight harbor, holy flood Salt in the fuel, salt in the line Pier wind sings through the intake whine Salt remains in the fuel line Salt remains in the blood stream

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