Salt & Silver

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Lo-Fi Nostalgic Pop Genre

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Found a camera on the harbor rail Leather case cracked like my thumbnail Thirty-six frames where the seagulls cry Expired roll from ninety-nine July Salt and silver on my fingertips Harbor wind steals light from paper maps Dusk develops what the lens forgets One frame left before the shutter snaps Salt and silver on my fingertips Regulars joke I'll turn photographer Eggs go cold beside the register Mrs. Chen orders coffee black as tar Says the view's the only thing we are Salt and silver on my fingertips Harbor wind steals light from paper maps Dusk develops what the lens forgets One frame left before the shutter snaps Salt and silver on my fingertips Frame counter frozen at twenty-two Advance lever sticks like grill grease used to Opera sails glow pink in the rear view Ferry cuts a line through harbor blue Salt and silver on my fingertips Harbor wind steals light from paper maps Dusk develops what the lens forgets One frame left before the shutter snaps Salt and silver on my fingertips Case smells like onions and old diesel Viewfinder fogs from my breath steam Focus ring turns smooth as a waking dream Shutter clicks soft as a short-order scheme Film sits quiet in my grease-stained coat Waits for developer I can't afford Harbor takes the light I thought I caught Morning comes and develops what I fought Last frame winds tight on the take-up spool Click sounds like a ticket bell at noon Walk back to the grill wipe down the stool Eggs hit pan beneath a rising moon Salt and silver on my fingertips Harbor wind steals light from paper maps Dusk develops what the lens forgets One frame left before the shutter snaps Salt and silver on my fingertips Salt and silver on my fingertips Harbor keeps the rest

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