Paper Spines and Quiet Lines
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Paper Spines and Quiet Lines

Kibi

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[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent hum in the stack
Dust on the spines in the back
Cataloging dreams in the black
Found a crate with a crack
Yellowed pages of a zine
Typed on a rusted machine
Voices I have never seen
Mapping out what it all means
Thirty years of local grit
In a basement dimly lit
Every word is a perfect fit
For the fire they haven't quit
[Chorus]
Ink on the page is a ghost
Stories we needed the most
Hidden in margins of toast
More than a hollowed-out boast
This is the weight of the soul
Keeping the history whole
Taking a steady control
Playing a witness’s role
[Verse]
Elderly hands on the keys
Whispers of local degrees
Gentrifiers bring the freeze
Cutting down all of the trees
Mr. Miller’s corner shop
Where the rhythm used to drop
Now it is a high-end prop
Memory is about to stop
But the ink is a shield
To the secrets they yield
In the concrete field
Truth is finally revealed
[Bridge]
I am just a keeper of files
Walking through paper-thin aisles
Measuring sorrow in miles
Covering up all the trials
Humility is the lens
Where the beginning begins
Looking for lost neighborhood friends
Until the narrative mends
[Verse]
Digital screens are a lie
Watching the heritage die
Ask for the reason and why
Under a corporate sky
Working class blood in the brick
The narrative is played like a trick
But these letters are thick
Making the consciousness tick
Don’t let the record go cold
Silver is better than gold
When the story is told
By the brave and the bold
[Chorus]
Ink on the page is a ghost
Stories we needed the most
Hidden in margins of toast
More than a hollowed-out boast
This is the weight of the soul
Keeping the history whole
Taking a steady control
Playing a witness’s role
[Break]
[Verse]
I close the folder and sigh
Under a moon in the sky
Knowing that legends never die
If we refuse to say goodbye
Value is found in the scrap
Not on a GPS map
Falling right into the trap
Of a generational gap
So I will write down the name
Refusing to play in their game
Nothing will ever be the same
Inside this flickering frame
[Outro]

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