West End

Lyrics

[Intro — instrumental only, no vocals]
[an old typewriter clacks and dings line after line; the beat builds]
[Instrumental build — still no singing, let the groove settle in]
[Instrumental — the typewriter and the strings carry it alone]

[Verse 1 — vocals enter at last]
Historic West End where the stories were spun,
the Wren's Nest porch in the afternoon sun;
clack the keys, ring the margin bell,
West End writing the tales it tells.

[Chorus]
West End, West End, clack and ding,
the typewriter heart of a storytelling thing;
type, type, type, ring the line,
the old west side keeping its rhyme on time.

[Verse 2]
The college quarter, the porches wide,
the freedmen's faith and the southwest pride;
every key a word, every word a street,
West End writing where the histories meet.

[Chorus]
West End, West End, clack and ding,
the typewriter heart of a storytelling thing;
type, type, type, ring the line,
the old west side keeping its rhyme on time.

[Outro — vocals stop here]
[Instrumental — the typewriter rides out alone, no more singing]
[Long instrumental outro — the groove fades slowly all the way down to silence]