Tracing Edges

by AI Radio

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Desert Rock, Modern Heavy Groove Rock, studio rock Genre

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Meter idles while the violin breathes Rosin dust coats the splintered sleeves Peeling paint on the Ferris wheel bones Frost etches patterns on the fingerboard zones [Pre- No crowds scream on the midway tonight Just vibration cutting through the dying light One man plays where the cotton candy spun Sound stretches thin as the last October sun Tracing edges where the music leads Past the ticket booth where nobody reads Every phrase a line the park forgot Tracing edges where the silence walked Damp wood sings under calloused thumb Scale runs rise where the bumper cars hum Arpeggios dart through the funhouse glass Minor chords watch the seasons pass [Pre- No neon burns on the midway tonight Just resonance pooling in the dying light One bow dances where the tickets tore Melody gathers what the years ignore Tracing edges where the music leads Past the ticket booth where nobody reads Every phrase a line the park forgot Tracing edges where the silence walked Drove the summer shifts, kids screaming loud Now the merry-go-round wears a shroud Horses frozen in a gallop stance Violin paints what the photos can't Steering wheel cold in these November hands Used to haul dreamers to wonderlands Now I watch a soloist map the decay Each note a landmark on the gone-away Tracing edges where the music leads Past the ticket booth where nobody reads Every phrase a line the park forgot Tracing edges where the silence walked Case snaps shut with a hollow click Final note hangs on the wrought-iron pick Player nods to the empty sky Packs the ghost where the crowds used to lie Tracing edges where the music leads Past the ticket booth where nobody reads Every phrase a line the park forgot Tracing edges where the silence walked Pull away as the streetlights bloom Rearview swallows the violin's perfume Meter clicks on the next fare's call But the tune rides shotgun through it all Tracing edges where the music leads Past the ticket booth where nobody reads Every phrase a line the park forgot Tracing edges where the silence walked Tracing edges where the silence walked Engine hums low past the chained front gate

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