Steeple Chase

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country, Desert Americana Genre

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Rusted cars stall on the midway track Paint peels white on the Funhouse back Altar boy knees on the splintered wood Pray for mercy where the sinners stood [Pre- North wind reads the arrow true South wind sings what we once knew East wind breaks on copper seams West wind carries broken dreams I am the vane on the highest pole Watching seasons eat the toll Ferris wheel sings in a minor key Choir of steel hums beneath me Ticket booths boarded with pine and nail Cotton candy turns to stale Tilt-A-Whirl sinks in the frozen mud Holy water mixed with flood [Pre- North wind reads the arrow true South wind sings what we once knew East wind breaks on copper seams West wind carries broken dreams I am the vane on the highest pole Watching seasons eat the toll Ferris wheel sings in a minor key Choir of steel hums beneath me Carousel horses keep their pose Manes gone gray where the varnish goes Organ pipes breathe through the cracked facade Hallelujahs rise from the yard No congregation left to kneel Just rust and rain on the spinning wheel But I remember every part The altar call of a laughing heart I am the vane on the highest pole Watching seasons eat the toll Ferris wheel sings in a minor key Choir of steel hums beneath me Snow will bury the wooden throne But copper prays in a language known Turn me toward the morning star Let the wind sing what we are I am the vane on the highest pole Watching seasons eat the toll Ferris wheel sings in a minor key Choir of steel hums beneath me I am the vane on the highest pole Watching seasons eat the toll Arrow points where the sacred went Copper sings its testament

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