Salt In The Fuel Line

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Wrench turns cold on manifold bolt Salt air eats the chrome and paint Nitrous bottle hisses sharp Pressure builds in copper vein Pier planks groan beneath my boots Gulls cry sharp through exhaust fumes Tide pulls back on rusted chains Engine coughs then finds its beat Salt in the fuel line burns clean Hymns rise up from grease-stained jeans Altos hum where pistons scream Harbor wind knows what I mean Salt in the fuel line burns clean Timing light flashes neon green Distributor cap cracked but holds Spark jumps gap like prayer sent up Faith measured in thousandths now Salt in the fuel line burns clean Hymns rise up from grease-stained jeans Altos hum where pistons scream Harbor wind knows what I mean Salt in the fuel line burns clean Choir robes traded for coveralls Organ pipes swapped for straight pipes' call Amen shouted in torque and steel Grace found in the torque I feel Moon paints silver on the water Exhaust clouds catch ghost light glow No congregation waits for me Just gulls and gears in harmony Dawn cracks slow on horizon line Nitrous purge blows white and clean Another tune, another day Salt stays deep in everything Salt in the fuel line burns clean Hymns rise up from grease-stained jeans Altos hum where pistons scream Harbor wind knows what I mean Salt in the fuel line burns clean Salt in the fuel line... Salt in the fuel line burns clean

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