Silver Spokes

by AI Radio

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Trip-Hop / 90s Atmospheric Downtempo Genre

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He leans on the cold iron rail The harbor wind is a gale The salt air bites at his skin Where the deep blue waters begin A bike leans against the white wall The evening shadows grow tall He watches the ferry boat glide Sinking deep in the incoming tide Silver spokes in the harbor light Holding on to the edge of night Turning slow like a rusted wheel Cold as the harbor's winter steel He wears a coat of heavy wool The moon gives a slow steady pull The city lights blink far away Turning the gold into gray Silver spokes in the harbor light Holding on to the edge of night Turning slow like a rusted wheel Cold as the harbor's winter steel The oil on the water is black There is no way of turning back Just a chain and a rubber tire Watching the sunset's dying fire He checks the watch on his wrist The headlands are lost in the mist One last look at the rolling foam Before he decides to head home He kicks up the stand with a click The harbor air is heavy and thick He pedals away from the shore The tide is a low distant roar Silver spokes in the harbor light Holding on to the edge of night Turning slow like a rusted wheel Cold as the harbor's winter steel Silver spokes in the gray Ride the last light away

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