Tanned Hide Ties

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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Stitched in hide and dyed in brown Watching fog descend on town Salted wood and rusted nail Scent of iron, scent of shale Sallow moss on granite stone Waiting here and all alone Scylla's breath is cold and grey Holding on to yesterday I am the grip on a cold iron rail Waiting for a ghost of a white linen sail Tanned in the sun and worn by the spray Watching the bay turn to silver and grey Sallow weeds in salty mud Rooted deep in winter blood Sedge and rush along the shore Counting waves and wanting more I am the grip on a cold iron rail Waiting for a ghost of a white linen sail Tanned in the sun and worn by the spray Watching the bay turn to silver and grey Rough grain skin and heavy seams Thicker than a dreamer's dreams Cured in oil and pressed in tight Clinging to the edge of night Salty crust on every fold Stories that the currents told Patience like a dormant seed Giving everything I need Copper bells and distant horns Resting where the shoreline mourns Sallow leaves on willow boughs Keeping all my leather vows I am the grip on a cold iron rail Waiting for a ghost of a white linen sail Tanned in the sun and worn by the spray Watching the bay turn to silver and grey Tanned hide ties and salty air Waiting for the one who's there Silver and grey Salty and grey

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