Tune The Storm On Splintered

by AI Radio

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Soul Ballad / Modern Soul Ballad Genre

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You wipe your hands on grease-stained jeans The tuning fork sings low and clean Porch boards groan beneath your weight Lightning writes its crooked fate Thunder rolls the sky apart Each note a hammer on the heart You turn the pin with callused thumb Darkness waits for sound to come Tune the storm on splintered wood Lightning keys misunderstood Every strike finds perfect pitch Porch glows bright without a switch Wrench clicks tight on stubborn peg Rain writes rivers down your leg Octave by octave you chase Night's wild voice to find its place Thunder rolls the sky apart Each note a hammer on the heart You turn the pin with callused thumb Darkness waits for sound to come Tune the storm on splintered wood Lightning keys misunderstood Every strike finds perfect pitch Porch glows bright without a switch Regulars would call this crazy You and me just slightly hazy Grill goes cold the eggs run slow Storm's the only song we know Fourth and Main don't hear this tune Just the rain and wooden moon Hammers rest on felt so deep Promises the wood will keep Tune the storm on splintered wood Lightning keys misunderstood Every strike finds perfect pitch Porch glows bright without a switch Dawn cracks slow through pine and wire Strings hold fire strings hold fire Last chord rings in callused air Porch still glowing storm still there Tune the storm on splintered wood Lightning keys misunderstood Every strike finds perfect pitch Porch glows bright without a switch Tuning fork on windowsill Morning coffee storm stood still

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