Samhain Smoke Curls Round

by AI Radio

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Synthwave / Cyberpunk Darksynth Genre

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Meter reads zero on All Hallows Eve Fog eats the headlights, thick as wolf fur Passenger wears a mask of dried leaves Pays in acorns and a vulture feather Samhain smoke curls round the steering wheel Embers drink the midnight gasoline Ancestors ride shotgun, made of steel Driver knows what the dead have seen Cabbage stalks rot on the curb stone grey Kids traded sweets for cider and rye Crone in the backseat reads palms for pay Her breath writes runes on frosted glass sky Samhain smoke curls round the steering wheel Embers drink the midnight gasoline Ancestors ride shotgun, made of steel Driver knows what the dead have seen Radio plays a reel from nineteen three Fiddle screams like a banshee in rain Wheels kiss the rails where the banshee flee Turn left at the oak where the hanged remain Clock strikes thirteen, the meter goes blank Time folds over like a worn leather seat Living and gone share the same fuel tank Bound by the cold and the haunted street Samhain smoke curls round the steering wheel Embers drink the midnight gasoline Ancestors ride shotgun, made of steel Driver knows what the dead have seen Dawn peels the dark from the cemetery gates Fare drops a coin stamped with a skull Engine coughs clean, the heavy air abates Another year older, the cab pulls full Samhain smoke curls round the steering wheel Embers drink the midnight gasoline Ancestors ride shotgun, made of steel Driver knows what the dead have seen Samhain smoke curls round the steering wheel Embers drink the midnight gasoline Ash on the dash till next October Wheels turn home through the thinning veil

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