Inman Park Reynoldstown

Lyrics

[Intro — instrumental only, no vocals]
[aluminum foil crinkles and crunches and folds; the beat builds]
[Instrumental build — still no singing, let the groove settle in]
[Instrumental — the crinkle and the strings carry it alone]

[Verse 1 — vocals enter at last]
Atlanta's first garden, the Victorian lanes,
Reynoldstown built by the railroad's chains;
crinkle the foil, hear it crunch and fold,
Inman Park shining, Victorian gold.

[Chorus]
Inman Park, Reynoldstown, crinkle and fold,
the garden suburb and the stories told;
crunch, crunch, crunch, let the foil shine,
Krog Street humming on the eastbound line.

[Verse 2]
Freedmen founded it by the railroad ties,
the BeltLine murals under eastside skies;
every fold a flash of the silver light,
Inman and Reynolds in the eastside night.

[Chorus]
Inman Park, Reynoldstown, crinkle and fold,
the garden suburb and the stories told;
crunch, crunch, crunch, let the foil shine,
Krog Street humming on the eastbound line.

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