Salt & Rosin

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop, Lo-Fi Nostalgic Pop Genre

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You tuck that case 'gainst splintered wood Wind bites hard where harbor stood Salt spray kisses violin chin You grin wide and tuck it in Bow hair stiff with ocean brine My regulars don't ask your name Just nod slow likealways came Eggs run yellow on white plate You play soft while bacon fate Sizzles rhythm in the pan Salt and rosin mix on hands Harbor sings in minor strands Two ghosts warm in morning gray No words needed, none to say Just music rising from the pier Case snaps shut at six a.m. Ferry horn blows once again You wipe strings on denim sleeve Tip your hat and make to leave Coffee cup waits, steam still curled Salt and rosin mix on hands Harbor sings in minor strands Two ghosts warm in morning gray No words needed, none to say Just music rising from the pier Flour dust on my thumb callous Rosin dust on your bow wrist Different trades, same quiet grace Same tired lines on weathered face We both know what silence costs Tomorrow wind will shift due east You'll pick the same spot, same feast I'll save a stool, black coffee strong You'll play the same sad, sweet song Regulars won't blink an eye Pier lights flicker, gulls cry loud Your melody cuts through the cloud Not a ballad, not a hymn Just notes that know where I've been Salt and rosin, hand in hand Salt and rosin mix on hands Harbor sings in minor strands Two ghosts warm in morning gray No words needed, none to say Just music rising from the pier Salt and rosin mix on hands Harbor sings in minor strands Two ghosts warm in morning gray No words needed, none to say Just music rising from the pier Salt and rosin, understood Grill goes cold, bow rests now Dawn breaks quiet anyhow

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