Turn The Key In Empty Air

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Brass key rests on velvet liner No door frame to receive the shiner Arcade hums in minor thirds Synth chords rise like sanctuary words Turn the key in empty air Music swells but no door there Brass key turns in nothing new Every lock belongs to you Quarter ridges score my thumbprint Pac-Man ghosts in violet tint CRT glow paints stained glass faces Choir voices in cable spaces Turn the key in empty air Music swells but no door there Brass key turns in nothing new Every lock belongs to you Muted trumpet bleeds through speakers Hollowbody neck grows weaker Hammond drawbar pulled to full Altos hum where bullets pull Turn the key in empty air Music swells but no door there Brass key turns in nothing new Every lock belongs to you Ticket redemption counter empty Skeeball rolls through memory Carpet pattern burns my knees down Prayerful posture arcade crown No latch clicks no bolt slides home Just synthesizer and chrome Breath held long in fermata pause Broken hymn without a cause Brass key warms in palm sweat now No door frame no sacred vow Only chords that rise and fall Altar call in neon sprawl Turn the key in empty air Music swells but no door there Brass key turns in nothing new Every lock belongs to you Turn the key the door is you Hammond fades on final chord Brass key rests on velvet board

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