Tarot · Track 27 · middle
Six of Wands
RWS: a rider crowned with laurel on a white horse, a laurel wreath tied to his wand, a crowd walking alongside him. Keywords: public victory, acclaim, the parade, pride and its very short shelf life.
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Lyrics
I haven’t touched the pavement since we left the hall The air is thick with clapping, I am ten feet tall Someone took a strip of green foil from the floral stand And tied it to my black umbrella like a magic wand And I am leading the procession down the center line Tonight the traffic has to wait, I’ve got the drive I take the compliment, I let the chorus swell I wear the glory like a custom-fitted shell Oh, the parade is walking with me I’ve got the makeshift laurel on my head They’re shouting out my name into the streetlights Hanging onto every stupid word I said I’m riding on a white horse made of adrenaline and pride With all my favorite people walking by my side It’s a beautiful noise It’s a hell of a ride My brain is bathing in the chemical reward A sudden flush of dopamine against the dark We're six abreast across the crosswalk, walking loud I've never felt so anchored to this heavy town I raise my foil-wrapped umbrella to the sky You gotta hold the trophy up while it’s still bright Before the metal tarnishes and starts to rust Before the magic settles back into the dust 'Cause the parade is walking with me I’ve got the makeshift laurel on my head They’re shouting out my name into the streetlights Hanging onto every stupid word I said I’m riding on a white horse made of adrenaline and pride With all my favorite people walking by my side It’s a beautiful noise It’s a hell of a ride But we reach the concrete stairs at 43rd and Main And everyone remembers they have an early day The handshakes loosen and the voices start to thin The winter air finally gets underneath my skin I watch them turn the corner, swiping through the gate The white horse vanishes beneath the city's weight But the parade was walking with me! I had the makeshift laurel on my head! They were shouting out my name into the streetlights Hanging onto every stupid word I said I was riding on a white horse made of adrenaline and pride With all my favorite people walking by my side It was a beautiful noise While it was alive Just me and an umbrella on the avenue The green foil slipping down the handle, torn in two The silence rings a little louder than the cheers I think I'll keep this plastic ribbon for a couple of years Or maybe just until tomorrow. A hell of a ride.