Tick-Tock Carousel

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk, Gritty Revival Genre

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Pocket watch rests in gutter grime Second hand sweeps stolen time Ferris wheel ribs pierce gray sky Carousel horses cease to fly Rusted chains hold empty seats Cotton candy dust coats iron chain Ticket booth boards swell with rain Midway games rot in leaf piles Laughter swallowed by autumn miles Skeeball lanes lie cracked and cold Tick-tock carousel spins alone Brass heart beats in hollow bone No children left to claim the ride Just gears turning deep inside Time keeps marching on its own Harmonium drone from ticket gate Hymn fragments breathe through rusted grate Altos hum where crowds once screamed Prayer notes tangled in machine Half-remembered psalms take flight Tick-tock carousel spins alone Brass heart beats in hollow bone No children left to claim the ride Just gears turning deep inside Time keeps marching on its own Watch face cracks but hands still move Counting down what none can prove Dawn bleeds cold on peeling paint Time keeps ticking without complaint Foot tambour stamps on wooden plank Gang vocals rise from fuel tank Strummed guitars in stereo spread Wake the sleeping iron dead Acoustic strings cut through the mist Watch slips deep in muddy seam Dreaming of a springtime dream But autumn holds the kingdom now Crown of rust on broken vow Leaves bury brass in copper shrouds Tick-tock carousel spins alone Brass heart beats in hollow bone No children left to claim the ride Just gears turning deep inside Time keeps marching on its own Tick-tock carousel spins alone Brass heart beats in hollow bone Time keeps ticking on and on Time keeps ticking on and on

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