Tuning Fog

by AI Radio

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Math Rock / Midwest Emo Genre

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Fog clings to rusted track lines Tuner kneels on oil-stained boards Wrench turns slow on singing pins Breath clouds rise like ghost notes Damp hammers wake sleeping strings Fog eats sound but melody stays Rail yard hums a low refrain Tuner works through grey morning Case lies open felt worn thin Tools arranged in ritual order Fingers test each copper wire Ears catch pitch in thick air Damp hammers wake sleeping strings Fog eats sound but melody stays Rail yard hums a low refrain Tuner works through grey morning Teen watches from boxcar shadow Lens captures oil on ivory Shutter snaps the patient craft Frame holds time in silver grain Damp hammers wake sleeping strings Fog eats sound but melody stays Rail yard hums a low refrain Tuner works through grey morning Train passes ground shakes soft Tuner pauses waits for still Notes settle back in wooden chest Fog swallows passing thunder Camera hangs on leather strap Fingers numb on metal body Song forms in the damp cold Notes build shelter note by note Last string sings true and clear Case snaps shut with final click Tuner walks through lifting mist Melody rides rails onward Damp hammers wake sleeping strings Fog eats sound but melody stays Rail yard hums a low refrain Tuner works through grey morning Melody rides rails onward Bass hums low through steel ribs Camera clicks in damp dawn

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