Typewriter Rests On Splintered Wood

by AI Radio

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Desert Rock, Modern Heavy Groove Rock Genre

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You find the machine where gulls cry low Ribbon dried to rust and gray Keys wait for fingers you don't know Dawn lifts the fog from the bay Typewriter rests on splintered wood Ink waits for words you never could Ferry horn splits the hush in two You listen like you used to do Carriage returns on a stuck spring Paper holds the shape of breath Each key a hymn you used to sing Low alto underneath Typewriter rests on splintered wood Ink waits for words you never could Ferry horn splits the hush in two You listen like you used to do Spacebar bears the thumbprint groove Shift key locks in capital grace You wonder what you came to prove In this quiet empty place Typewriter rests on splintered wood Ink waits for words you never could Ferry horn splits the hush in two You listen like you used to do Bell dings at margins you ignore Ribbon spins its final turn You've written this shore before Watch the ink freeze and burn Typewriter rests on splintered wood Ink waits for words you never could Ferry horn splits the hush in two You listen like you used to do You listen like you used to do

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