1. |
Ironbark - Thorn
02:23
|
|
||
safe in the lion's den
they keep the library warm
a shake of the lion's mane
holding off the storm
here i am
just like anybody else
a normal man
books all neatly on a shelf
feels like home
thorn in the lion's paw
the lion turns to stone
sign on the library door
'everyone go home'
i'll get by
find some other place to go
i'll get by
lay my blanket on the snow
but it's so cold
curl me up
like i'm waiting to be born
rosy sky
means i'll make it to the dawn
but it's so cold
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
Walking through the fallen snow
When it’s nine degrees below
The library has closed
She’s nothing but clothes old and torn
To keep her warm through the night
When she’s buried in her books
People give her sideways looks
She looks back and smiles
It’s not worth her while to complain
Or try to explain how luck can be cruel
The new year brings no changes
There’s small kindnesses from strangers
But they mostly don’t care
Or pretend she’s not there at all
Pushing round her shopping cart
Finding doorways after dark
She hides out of sight
The humming streetlight’s enough
To read Nabokov, Austen and Twain, Tolkien and Kafka
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
We climbed the steps
Coming hot from the west
Leaving parts of ourselves with the people we left
We left our home
And journeyed long
But we followed the road on the back of a song
There’s a seat by the fire
There’s a place in the choir
Come on in, warm your hands
And sing
As we rode out the storms
We were never alone
Neighbors helping each other like we’d never known
We’ll take what comes
We’ll bear the cost
And wandering together we’ll never be lost
|
||||
4. |
|
|||
<Verse 1:>
It’s no surprise
Where wandering feet
Wandering minds lead you
It’s first light
I’m all alone
I couldn’t sleep
I could fall
Behind your walls, a dream awaits me
Fantasies I can’t let go
I can't let go...
<Chorus:>
Kindle my soul
Oh, take me home
Make me the hero
In a story I own
Let me face my paper tigers
Hiding behind lions of stone
Stone
<Verse 2:>
Call me a coward
I’ll make my escape
Turn another page, a new beginning
With every phrase, unlock another door
And you say
It isn’t real, but it’s real to me
Everything I feel
And I feel everything
I’m not empty anymore
Anymore
<Chorus>
<Verse 3:>
And when I return
Back to the front
I’ve already won, in another life
Step out brave into the night
Armed and ready for the fight
<Bridge:>
I’m fightin’
Beside ‘em
Stone lions
Stone lions
(x 3)
Stone lions
No hidin’
I’m fightin’
I’m fightin’
(2x)
Let me face my paper tigers
Let me face my paper tigers
I will face my paper tigers
With lions of stone
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
Riding the tracks with no room in his pack
for nothing besides what he needs
With his camp stove a burning his mind’s got a yearning
To get himself something to read
The wheels keep on turning and he never stops learning
He’s the most well read hobo around
He’s a man full of grit with a craving for lit
That’s a story he’ll never put down
Now a hobo can’t get a library card cause he don’t have a fixed address
It’s an unpleasant fact that a man on the tracks
Can’t check a book out like the rest
The hobo
His lifestyle’s such that he don’t carry much
But the tales in his mind make him rich
He isn’t well fed but he’s surely well read
Cause a library sure beats a ditch
He travels around, going from town to town
His purpose in life is to roam
To me it is flagrant that this kind of vagrant
Should call the library home
Now a hobo can’t get library card cause he don’t have a fixed address
It’s an unpleasant fact that a man on the tracks can’t check out a book like the rest
He feeds his addiction to history and fiction as he pores through old stories of trains
It’s a hard life done well as he gets the tales
Direct from the page to the brain
[ instrumental]
The hobo
Though he wanders about they won’t kick him out
He can read the books at his own pace
It’s a great place for bumming, it’s got indoor plumbing
And a sink for washing his face
When winter comes round and the temperature’s down
The libraries cozy inside
With so many classics it sure is fantastic
It’s tough for a man to decide
Now a hobo can’t get library card cause he don’t have a fixed address
It’s an unpleasant fact that a man on the tracks can’t check out a book like the rest
He feeds his addiction to history and fiction as he pores through old stories of trains
It’s a hard life done well as he gets the tales
Direct from the page to the brain
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
V1
Where were you on New Year’s Day?
I can explain I can explain
All the security gone that day (or, “away”)
I can explain I can explain
The camera on the corner saw someone there
I can explain I can explain
Your alibi better lead somewhere
I can explain I can explain
Pre
You better have your story straight
The process server is at your gate
You better know your rights
If you’re gonna fight
Ch
The crime of the century
In dear old Oshkosh at the least
It may not mean a lot to us
But only to the public trust
V2
Widens missing from the library
I can explain I can explain
1864 to 1923
I can explain I can explain
A trail of dust jackets led us to your flat
I can explain I can explain
1912 on your welcome mat
I can explain I can explain
Pre
You better have your story straight
The process server is at your gate
You better know your rights
If you’re gonna fight
Ch
The crime of the century
In dear old Oshkosh at the least
It may not mean a lot to us
But only to the public trust
Br
Maybe
You’re just guilty
Of being a completist
In topics arcane and elitist
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
[“verse”]
I spend most of my time daydreaming
stories that make no sense but mean a lot to me
but what about the stories in someone else's mind?
maybe their story can spark another song of mine
[“chorus”]
and if im ever caught thinking aloud ill close the pages to my thoughts and
shroud them like a day time rain cloud, reading away from the crowd
ill tell you all about it just gotta finish reading and ill be, walking home from the library
[““verse””]
the streetlights give the pavement an orange glow
i can hear the rivers white noise as they flow
stars are peeking through the sunlit sky
hopefully I get home before night arrives
[““chorus””]
and if im ever caught thinking aloud ill close the pages to my thoughts and
shroud them like a day time rain cloud, reading away from the crowd
ill tell you all about it just gotta get home safe and sound, walking home from the library
[“““chill stuff to daydream lovely night-time skies to”””)
[“““chorus”””]
and if im ever caught thinking aloud ill close the pages to my thoughts and
shroud them like a day time rain cloud, reading away from the crowd
ill tell you all about it just making my way home to you, walking home from the library
[“““outro”””]
|
||||
8. |
|
|||
there’s a closing sign
outside our library
it read’s come back tomorrow
at a quarter to three
there’s a closing sign
that feels directed at me
it read’s come back in the morning
when I arrived at a quarter to three
and I’m right back where I started
I’m right back where I belong
two ferocious lions
outside our library
still as stone in the morning
baring their teeth at me
two ferocious lions
poised and silent sentries
I take chance and move forward
silence, soft like a breeze
and I’m right back where I started
I’m right back where I belong
where I'm not quite sure where I fit in
but I'm sure there's story to spin
No I'm not quite sure where I fit in
but I'm sure there's and answer
and a fitting ending
For now, I'm caught in the middle
For now, I'll stay right here
For now, I'm caught in the middle
For now, I'll stay where I belong
|
||||
9. |
|
|||
Nothing’s lost, nothing’s lost, nothing’s lost
It’s just Not Found
Buried, sorted, misshelved, disappeared, underground
Numbers flipped, letters scattered
Put your patterns to the test
Travel through it all
Searching deep inside from
East to West
No one’s lost, no one’s lost, no one’s lost
They’re just Not Found
Taken, separated, forced apart, run aground
Names are changed, pasts erased
Futures, families dispossessed
Watching, waiting, looking
Crushing fears abound from
East to West
Draw back the covers
A voice cuts through the darkness
Beaming messages of love
The breath breath breath of a lion turns
Stone into flesh and blood
The voice voice voice of a poet threads
Hope through our missing hearts
Hope for our missing hearts
No one’s lost, no one’s lost, no one’s lost
But no one’s won
Say the magic words, watch the tangle come undone
Light the lamp, open sesame
Manifest
Code the names, pass them round
Read between the lines from
East to West
Draw back the covers
A voice cuts through the darkness
Beaming messages of love
The breath breath breath of a lion turns
Stone into flesh and blood
The voice voice voice of a poet threads
Hope through our missing hearts
Hope for our missing hearts
Find big ideas in small spaces
Magic blooms through the cracks in the pavements
The breath breath breath of a lion turns
Stone into flesh and blood
The voice voice voice of a poet threads
Hope through our missing hearts
Hope for our missing hearts
|
Spintunes Union, South Carolina
Spintunes is a semi-annual songwriting contest. Every other week, the competitors receive a challenge and a week to meet it.
Each album on this site contains the responses to a single challenge.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Spintunes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp