Cobblestones
from The American Cassette by Wood Spider
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lyrics
The streets of the town are a stage for the sounds that everyone hears when they walk around. The depressing tones like the quake in your bones can all be found in the cobblestones.
Like the scar on your heart or the heat in your feet, the stones are there, catching every beat. There are many tales that the stones have to tell like when relationships broke or the Grackle fell.
Poor Little Tom was at the age of eight and that was when the stones wrote his fate. The crowds intervened and his mother lost sight. Now Tommy walks the stones every night.
Orphaned now, he walks the cobblestones, sinking down into despair because Tom has nowhere to go.
Downtrodden Frank was low on his luck. Lost his job and his wife and that's when it stuck that things will get worse, like when he lost his home. He walks the streets with the crows so he's not alone.
He's looking for love in places it won't show. There's a cloud on his crown that simply won't go. He gets thrown out of bars like the tears from his eyes. He spends his nights on the streets, releasing his cries.
And he spends his nights drunk on the cobblestones, out of sight. Who could blame him? He's a fool with nothing to lose.
It has ears. It has eyes. The cobblestones know the things you despise. The streets have been paved with all of the memories saved from the blood and the tears that is victims all shaved.
From a motherless son to a man on the run, their souls haunt the streets and they'll never be done. And your fears will just grow 'til you're cold and alone and you're merely the grout in the cobblestones.
Like the scar on your heart or the heat in your feet, the stones are there, catching every beat. There are many tales that the stones have to tell like when relationships broke or the Grackle fell.
Poor Little Tom was at the age of eight and that was when the stones wrote his fate. The crowds intervened and his mother lost sight. Now Tommy walks the stones every night.
Orphaned now, he walks the cobblestones, sinking down into despair because Tom has nowhere to go.
Downtrodden Frank was low on his luck. Lost his job and his wife and that's when it stuck that things will get worse, like when he lost his home. He walks the streets with the crows so he's not alone.
He's looking for love in places it won't show. There's a cloud on his crown that simply won't go. He gets thrown out of bars like the tears from his eyes. He spends his nights on the streets, releasing his cries.
And he spends his nights drunk on the cobblestones, out of sight. Who could blame him? He's a fool with nothing to lose.
It has ears. It has eyes. The cobblestones know the things you despise. The streets have been paved with all of the memories saved from the blood and the tears that is victims all shaved.
From a motherless son to a man on the run, their souls haunt the streets and they'll never be done. And your fears will just grow 'til you're cold and alone and you're merely the grout in the cobblestones.
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from The American Cassette,
released September 20, 2009
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