White On Red The

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Red clay baked in Boston fire Centuries worn thin as wire Autumn wind bites deep and cold Owl light writes in white and gold Rain falls hard on Beacon Street Cobblestones glow wet and sweet Talons click on mortar seams White wings cut through autumn dreams White on red the owl descends History bends but never ends Camera clicks the midnight frame Runaway heart knows every name Leaves skitter sharp across my face Bus brakes scream at Park Street gate Owl lifts off on silent beat Shadow stretches long and great White on red the owl descends History bends but never ends Camera clicks the midnight frame Runaway heart knows every name Falsetto rises through the grind Industrial heart beats out of time Brick remembers every footfall Light writes truth on mortar wall Dawn breaks gray on Beacon Street Cold wind steals the autumn heat Silver Line pulls from the curb I absorb what I observe Tourist shoes scuff up my face Guidebook history takes its place But I still hold the owl's white trace Burned in clay at midnight pace White on red the owl descends History bends but never ends Camera clicks the midnight frame Runaway heart knows every name White on red remains forever White on red remains forever

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