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SpinTunes 19 Round 3

by Spintunes

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1.
Well, there ain’t no pain like the morning after With the sun in your bloodshot eyes. You’re choking down your coffee as you struggle to remember Just exactly what you did last night. You got a big bad feeling that you crossed a line But your memory’s all a blur You keep one eye open on the morning news And hope it doesn’t tell you where you were… AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon. AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon. And it’s a work-a-day week as you wander through your your business Laying low, and playing pretend. And you stare into the mirror and you swear to your reflection That you’re never gonna do it again. But when you’re lying in bed, there’s a ticking clock, As the night rolls on and on ‘Cause there’s a primal urge that fights to emerge In the dark before the dawn AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon. AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon. After a couple of weeks with no release You got a hunger you can barely contain And with the weekend coming, every nerve is humming, Like a growl at the back of your brain You can feel that monster prowling now Like a shadow on the edge of town You know you really shouldn’t, and you promised that you wouldn’t, But you’re fighting down the urge to (HOWL) Well, there ain’t no pain like the morning after With the sun in your bloodshot eyes. You’re choking down your coffee as you struggle to remember Just exactly what you did last night. You got a big bad feeling that you crossed a line But your memory’s all a blur You keep one eye open on the morning news And hope it doesn’t tell you where you were… AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon. AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
2.
Just turned in my six month chip A load of Copenhagen in my bottom lip And I shake out a fresh one and take a drag 24 days to recuperate One for every week that I was away That’s a lot of time to kill and it’s killin me And if I were French I could have had a half a glass a day Soften up the edges and head back to my tent And tell myself that it’ll be ok Khenjakak and Sperwan Ghar Wolverine and Kandahar And all the other FOBs and COPs I can’t recall The loneliest feeling I’ve ever known Is either 10am on my street at home Or crammed in the transient tent in Kyrgyzstan And if there were a way To go for just a half an hour a day Maybe life at home would be more than shades of gray And I’d tell myself that it’ll be ok I get along fine til I start to itch Then I put in for a duty switch To a unit gearing up to go downrange I never tell my family that I volunteered It’s not like I don’t want em near But there’s something missing here, or maybe in me And if there were a way To go for just a half an hour a day Maybe life at home would be more than shades of gray And I’d tell myself that it’ll be ok If they ever end this war And I can’t get away any more And it’s up to me to deal with all the Voices in my head I’ll tell myself it’ll be ok If I can find another way But until then I’ll stock up on Copenhagen and menthols
3.
sound the alarm there's a tyrant on the throne carry us through we won't leave you alone get out of your head get out on the streets march to the fight this land's under siege when they go low we stay clean and most appalled at all this suffering with all this clutter what could be rearranged remember nothing's gonna fundamentally change but carry us through ...no matter who now reach across those aisles we gave you rights on a silver plate now you're being ungrateful you've got to negotiate with the stubborn and hateful meet them halfway follow these rules to the letter they won't return the favor but that's what makes us better when they go low we stay clean and most appalled at all this suffering with all this clutter what could be rearranged remember nothing's gonna fundamentally change but carry us through ...no matter who no matter no matter who we lose and lose another unforced error and every time we win it's a cross to bear we don't know much and there are reasons why maybe we're out of touch but have you seen the other guys reach across those aisles when they go low we stay clean and most appalled at all this suffering with all this clutter what could be rearranged remember nothing's gonna fundamentally change but carry us through ...no matter who now the time's come again it's up to you alone sound the alarm there's a tyrant on the throne
4.
Get back to where you came from with a smile on your face, sitting by the front door Get back to where you came from where the money flows and economies soar Get back to where you came from because you are not well Get back because you are not welcome DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVEN'T DONE? DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE THE HERO IN YOUR OWN SWAN SONG? DO YOU THINK THAT IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT A HOUSE AIN'T A HOME IF IT'S JUST A HOLE Get back to where you came from stop pushing up the daisies on your neighbours lawn Get back to where you came from stop watering the plants with cluster bombs Get back to where you came from you can fake a celebration if you want on your way out JUST GET OUT! I can't believe what you do over and over and over again DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVEN'T DONE? DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE THE HERO IN YOUR OWN SWAN SONG? DO YOU THINK THAT IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT A HOUSE AIN'T A HOME IF IT'S JUST A HOLE Get back to where you came from where there is a smile still waiting by the front door Get back to where you came from where the money flows just like before Get back
5.
Cardboard boxes in the hall Sitting, waiting to unpack it all Books and knick knacks on the shelf And I whisper to myself “We always stand up when we fall” This time it’s gonna work, I can feel it This time it’s gonna work, I can feel it Home sweet home at last The past is in the past Something new is tried and true To be what holds me fast Lovers whisper in the dark Hidden words that miss their mark Still we know the meanings true I am best for loving you We can strike that missing spark For love is always work to maintain it For love is always work to sustain it Home sweet home at last The past is in the past When we falter we can alter Our flaws that hold us back Home was sweet but soon grows sour Time with hungry jaws devours The fun that once disguised routine And leaves us naked in between. Sometimes Love is just a word Something said that goes unheard And as its meaning fades away I know that I could never stay And to remain would be absurd This time could never work, now I see it But next time, I am sure, that will be it Home sweet home will wait The future must be great Without a doubt there’s someone out there Who’s surely worth the wait Cardboard boxes in the hall Sitting, waiting to pack it all Books and knick knacks off the shelf And I whisper to myself “We always stand up when we fall”
6.
Once upon a story told and Folded over time We learned survival Learned the battle Learned the way of rhyme Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Behind the seven lands and seas there Lived a bay of shelves They held the meanings Held the histories Held the secret selves Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Once there was where there wasn’t Nothing not quite there We ran forward We ran faster Ran adrift on air Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Back when tigers smoked tobacco Where the wild words roamed We went sideways We went through We went to other homes Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Long long long ago there was a day A day was here We gathered round We gathered stories Gathered far and near Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Where it was there it was We see it over there It’s behind you It’s within you Bending through the air Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon Once upon a story told and Folded over time We learned survival Learned the battle Learned the way of rhyme Spin the handle Crank the wheel Sing along As you turn the hexaflexagon
7.
We started out in a barren space We've gone through a dry phase Our candlelight was a desperate plea A prayer answered with brutality Four feet deep and cryptic Embrace our family tree Patiently optimistic Tolerance is the only way we'll see Burn us down We're underground Burn us down now Like our son and our daughter Like arson and water With resistance we realize a once dormant hope to colonize The grass is always greener when the judges have all died Your kids are popular when they're the only seeds alive Turn up the Lizard King Turn down Billy Joel Lay off the firemen and let that thunder roll Let that thunder roll I've fallen victim to the neighbor's grass Oh how I prefer that smoke and ash Now above ground, they're forming a crowd Just too much life around Lift us up and burn us down Lift us up and burn us down I come from a barren place Lookin' for another dry phase
8.
At your young age, all that matters Are the people who look after you Outside is another chapter Loved ones at home all gathered As time rolls on, life will be different You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden Your mistakes will be forgiven You’ll learn to do what you didn’t A little later, it’s time to learn You’ll go to school and meet the others They’ll show you how to discover Away from home, your skin gets tougher As time rolls on, life will be different You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden Your mistakes will be forgiven You’ll learn to do what you didn’t Someday you’ll leave your parents Free to nurture independence Find your role in this wild system Save the world with all your brilliance You’ll hit your stride You’ll find yourself You’ll be important You’ll pursue wealth You’ll become wise You’ll be so tired You’ll do your best You’ll deserve rest You’ll move on past Social contracts Accomplishments Lose significance At the end, all that matters Are the people who look after you Outside is an older chapter Loved ones at home all gathered
9.
Baby will you meet me in Chamonix I’ll wait for you by the old cherry tree You got a secret I got the key Free you from these walls Problems we can’t solve Baby will you meet me in Chamonix I’ll hold your hand in Les Contamines We’ll drink plum wine and dance in clean air Someday we’ll share the burdens we bear Tonight sing your song I will sing along I’ll hold your hand in Les Contamines I’ll carry your rucksack into Champex Step by step we’ll circumnavigate The alpine queen in her white cape Hear the cowbells clang Ain’t no other sound I’ll carry your rucksack into Champex We’ll ride the gondola in Argentiere Watch the valley recedes away Too high to see the tallest trees sway That’s where we’ll measure The troubles that plague you We’ll ride the cable car in Argentiere Baby will you meet me in Chamonix We’ll kiss beneath the old cherry tree We don’t need secrets to be free We’ll burn down the walls Got nothing to solve Baby will you meet me in Chamonix
10.
There’s nothing new beneath the sun I’ll watch matters echo, as they’ve always done Observe as another cycle’s begun Minutiae may differ, but how can you dispute eternal return Must I internalize this yarn you’ve spun? Chaos and entropy - and it is undone Is ever a father truly like his son? Often similar,, but that does not constitute eternal return Across the centuries, it never abates More pairs of philosophers will have this debate It is inevitable, if only you wait Is this not proof by recursion of eternal return? There’s nothing new beneath the son Our discourse echoes, as it’s always done Observe as another cycle’s begun
11.
I was so tired I had to lie Prostrate upon the floor My flawed plans barely worth a try My self-worth took one hit more That armour I wear Always wears away Where would we go from here? We won’t agree in any way Anyway we’re far too insincere Extracted your pound of flesh And pound me into the ground Til I’m all ground up And scattered on the wind Your love’s splinter burrowed beneath my skin I felt like I’d splinter apart The weather turned The clouds enveloped me You asked whether we were fine As you fine-tuned your logical fallacy I was so tired I just had to lie
12.
Go ahead, tell me again how this is too long Pretend you have comparisons in genre for my song As if it fit some genre conventions Where a single pattern didn't stretch to cover the entire dimensions As if any others have 5 melodies, none of them static Let's halve the length, no need for dynamics These parts need no room to breathe I need not moan. I need not seethe Everything should adhere to the norms of pop Screw trance, what the hell is bop It all needs a verse-chorus structure, and a 3 minutes length There can be no other strength Never mind that my vocals are clearer than they've ever been Tell me how you can't make them out on sheer listening It definitely won't make me less inclined to write any more I'll just have to roll my eyes harder than before I used to be excited to read the reviews To relisten with a smile while considering your views But go ahead, tell me again how this is too long Pretend you have comparisons in genre for my song
13.
I sit here quietly and lick my wounds Bring on the dark, the end can’t come too soon You were a sliver of hope that took the sad away A reason to live to see a brand new brighter day Rejection is hard when you’re young and in love There are too many feels and it all seems so much Tougher to take but then them’s the breaks I hope you live and you learn, but wait till you get old It took commitment and heart to push the others aside I trusted in us, but distraction soon arrived The crash came fast, a shock, an alarming surprise I felt the loss, but at least I know I’m alive I sit here quietly and lick my wounds Bring on the dark, the end can’t come too soon
14.
It's coming up on Easter, the sky is full of rain Important folks are saying life will soon begin again I've heard the Bible story, I’ve heard the preacher say That the tomb was standing empty and the stone was rolled away And I'm still waiting I’m still waiting I’m still waiting For that resurrection day It's coming up on Pentecost, the sun is shining strong I'm talking to my neighbor, but the words all come out wrong I've heard the Bible story, and the songs that have been sung How the Spirit-filled disciples could speak in every tongue And I'm still waiting I’m still waiting I’m still waiting For that breath to fill my lungs And now it's All Souls Day, and the leaves have fallen down And the leaves are on the ground And we read all those names of those who've laid their burdens down Those we've laid under the ground And the list goes on and on, but no one asks what was this tragedy, What was this awful crime? Because this is just an ordinary moment In ordinary time It's coming up on Christmas, the sky is gray and cold What little warmth I come across, my frozen hands can't hold I've heard the Bible stories, and the prophecies of old See the Virgin at the Manger, see the miracle unfold And I'm still waiting I’m still waiting I’m still waiting For the hope that was foretold It's coming up on Easter, the sky is full of rain Important folks are saying life will soon begin again

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Let's Circle Back to That: Write a circular song, in which the lyrics follow a progression that ends up where it began.

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released April 18, 2022

Cover art by Matt "Schoobs" Schubbe

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