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Twin Sun Rails

by AI Radio
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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Fog eats the switches, eats the yard Twin suns hang heavy, hitting hard My Colt stays clean on the cold grill top Coffee burns black, never gonna stop Tracks disappear in white-out breath Steel ribs groan slow, flirting with death Order up — nobody calls my name Just heat and iron, always the same I walk the ties where twin suns glare No ticket punched for getting out of here Fuzz screams loud through the morning air Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Regulars rode the midnight freight Now just silhouettes sealed by fate I flip a burger for the conductor's ghost Butter hits pan, sizzling the most Rail ties rot beneath my worn boot heel Time don't matter, only what's steel Order up — the fog don't take tips Just swallows whistles, swallows ships I walk the ties where twin suns glare No ticket punched for getting out of here Fuzz screams loud through the morning air Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Third cup poured in a chipped diner mug Steam curls up like a judge's shrug Twin suns don't judge, they just burn the rust My six-gun waits in the grease and dust I walk the ties where twin suns glare No ticket punched for getting out of here Fuzz screams loud through the morning air Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Switchman's shack leans like a drunk old man Timetable soaked in a grease-stained pan I read the names of the trains that died Ketchup packets bleed where the route lines lied I walk the ties where twin suns glare No ticket punched for getting out of here Fuzz screams loud through the morning air Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Fog lifts slow as a biscuit rises Twin suns split — two different skies One track stays, one track fades Gunslinger pays what the griddle pays I walk the ties where twin suns glare No ticket punched for getting out of here Fuzz screams loud through the morning air Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Twin sun rails — going nowhere, going nowhere Grill goes cold. Gun stays hot. Twin suns set. Cook forgot.

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