Wooden Porch Count

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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Flour on my heavy black vest Coffee keeps the engine in chest Sourdough is rising in tins That is where the long night begins Grease is on the flat top and hot Stirring up a heavy iron pot The regulars all took their seat While the thunder beats on the street One two three steps on the wood Wait for the sound like I knew it would Heavy rain hits the tin roof red Counting the ghosts inside my head Mud is clinging thick to the boot Deep in the garden and the root Slinging hash for the midnight crowd While the storm is rolling in loud One two three steps on the wood Wait for the sound like I knew it would Heavy rain hits the tin roof red Counting the ghosts inside my head Slam the door and lock up the gate I can feel the weight of the fate Salty air and a burnt out light Holding on to the edge of the night Wooden boards are starting to bend Waiting for the weather to end Slicing bread with a jagged old blade Watching how the memories fade Black brew in a chipped ceramic cup Wait for the morning sun to come up Steam is rising thick in the air I can feel the ghost standing there One two three steps on the wood Wait for the sound like I knew it would Heavy rain hits the tin roof red Counting the ghosts inside my head Just a few more steps on the floor I don't hear the knocking no more Count 'em down. (Heavy fuzz fadeout)

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