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SpinTunes 20 Round 4

by Spintunes

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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
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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
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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
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<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
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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
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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
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[“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”””]
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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
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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

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released May 2, 2023

Cover art by Matt "Shoobs" Schubbe

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