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lirik lagu oxiler engine - dry asphalt on the meandering mind

[verse 1]
the scent of rain on dry asphalt has a particular quality, a sharp
almost electric tang that cuts through the stillness before a storm
it’s a scent that conjures images of ancient secrets
stirring beneath the earth, of roots
reaching deeper, and of the subtle hum of life renewing itself
sometimes, a single word can do that, too
evoke an entire world, a forgotten feeling
or the echo of a distant melody
like “petrichor,” a word that sounds as lovely as the phenomenon it describes

[verse 2]
meanwhile, somewhere in a bustling market
a street performer is juggling three apples, two oranges
and a single, surprisingly resilient potato
the crowd watches, captivated by the rhythmic arc of the produce
each catch a tiny victory against gravity
a child giggles, pointing with unbridled joy
and for a fleeting moment, the weight of the world lifts
replaced by the simple magic of everyday artistry
the potato, however, remains stubbornly un~juggled by most
a testament to its humble, often overlooked, potential

[verse 3]
consider the humble paperclip
such a simple design, yet so profoundly effective
it holds disparate pages together, creating order from potential chaos
but its uses extend far beyond the office
it’s been known to pick locks (in movies, at least)
reset stubborn electronics
and even serve as an impromptu antenna for a fl!ckering radio
it’s a small, metallic testament to the power of uncomplicated ingenuity
a silent workhorse in a world obsessed with complexity
and sometimes, its true g~nius lies in its ability to be completely ignored
[instrumental break]

[verse 4]
the distant thrum of a helicopter
barely audible above the urban hum
always makes me wonder about its cargo
is it a news crew chasing a story
a medical team on a life~saving mission
or perhaps just a wealthy individual avoiding traffic?
the mundane reality probably lies somewhere in between
but the imagination thrives on the unknown
painting vivid scenarios in the mind’s eye
each one a tiny, self~contained drama playing out high above the city streets

[verse 5]
i saw a discarded single roller skate on the footpath the other day
it’s lonely wheel pointing skyward like a silent accusation
what was its story?
was it abandoned after a spectacular wipeout
or simply separated from its partner in a tragic laundry day accident
the mind races with possibilities, creating narratives for inanimate objects
imbuing them with a past and a fleeting sense of purpose
even if that purpose is just to spark a moment of whimsical curiosity in a passerby

[verse 6]
have you ever noticed how the light changes just before a rain shower?
it takes on a peculiar, almost luminous quality
a soft grey that seems to absorb all harsh edges
the world suddenly appears muted, almost ethereal
as if preparing for a cleansing. it’s a subtle shift
often unnoticed in the rush of daily life, but for those who pause to observe
it’s a quiet, beautiful prelude to the drumming of drops on the roof

- lirik lagu oxiler engine

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