Hang the White Out
by Barb Marlowe · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
soft rock, pop rock, acoustic, nostalgic, wistful
Prompt
Dreamy folk rock, smoky raspy contralto, laid-back, looping minor guitar riff, Rhodes, lush reverb, airy harmonies
Lyrics
Mm... hang the white out Wet linen snapping in the dark, Salt in the wool of the wind. Clothespins cold as little bones, The gale is leaning in. Four sheets on the line by the cliff, All of them facing the sea. You said white shows from the water, Long before the lamp can reach. So I stand here in the weather, Telling you the way to me. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Let it fly where the black waves roll. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Hold on, love, and follow it home. Hang the white out. Kettle ticking on the stove, Shutters knocking like a hand. You were seventeen, pulling oars, Grinning back at Mama's line. White shows best, you said to me, Even when the stars won't shine. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Let it fly where the black waves roll. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Hold on, love, and follow it home. Hang the white out. If the lamp goes out, If the rain takes every pin, I'll hold the corners in my teeth And wave you in. Ohh... home... hang the white out. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Let it fly where the black waves roll. Hang the white out, hang the white out, Hold on, love, and follow it home. Hang the white out. Wet linen snapping in the dark... hang the white out.