Tarot · Track 28 · middle
Seven of Wands
RWS: a man on high ground swinging his wand down at six wands rising from below, wearing two mismatched boots. Keywords: defending the position, the underdog holding, conviction under siege, dressed wrong and winning anyway.
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Lyrics
I didn't have time to look in the closet I grabbed what I could in the dark of the hall Left foot is heavy laced leather, right foot is a thin canvas slip-on I made it to the ridge just ahead of the brawl I am standing on the top of the retaining wall And I can see the dust kicking up from the street Six long shadows moving up the incline Six loud voices demanding the floor My brain maps the angles of attack before they even cross the property line I didn't ask for a battle, but I know what the lumber is for I’ve got the high ground, I’ve got the reach! Swinging number seven down into the breach! Hold the line, hold the line! Yeah, I’m dressed completely wrong but I am holding the hill Let them push from the bottom, let them yell, let them preach I’ve got one good stick and a stubborn will And I am swinging it downward still It’s just a patch of dirt and some crabgrass It’s just a morning argument over the fence But the blood is up and the air is ringing like brass And I am putting on a masterclass in frantic defense They thrust their six branches right up at my chin I knock them all sideways and I do it with a grin I’ve got the high ground, I’ve got the reach! Swinging number seven down into the breach! Hold the line, hold the line! Yeah, I’m dressed completely wrong but I am holding the hill Let them push from the bottom, let them yell, let them preach I’ve got one good stick and a stubborn will And I am swinging it downward still Ooh, the king of the mountain! The underdog fighting them back to the street! But the second I drop my arms The second I sit down to look at my feet They’re gonna swarm right over the step I win as long as I never, ever sleep I’ve got the high ground, I’ve got the reach! Swinging number seven down into the breach! Hold the line, hold the line! Yeah, I’m dressed completely wrong but I am holding the hill Let them push from the bottom, let them yell, let them preach I’ve got one good stick and a stubborn will And I am swinging it downward... Swinging it downward still Six sticks rattling in the hollow below One heavy boot One canvas shoe I'm not moving