Odes to Joy

Tarot · Track 31 · middle

Ten of Wands

RWS: a man bent double under all ten wands gathered in his arms, face hidden, carrying them toward a house in the distance. Keywords: overburden, the load you volunteered for, success that turned into weight, nearly home.

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Lyrics

[Intro]


[Verse 1]
My chin is pressed hard to my collar
I’m bent like a bow to the street
Can’t see the horizon, can’t see the neighbor
Can’t even see my own feet
Just a wall of rough bark and the smell of the sap
Ten heavy staves stacked right in my lap
Well, in my arms, but I’m folding in two
Look at the wonderful work I get to do!

[Chorus]
Oh, make way for the victor, the king of the haul
I begged for the harvest, I’m carrying it all!

Every promise I made is a log on the pile
And I’m walking it home with a genuine smile
My face might be hidden behind all this wood
But I swear to you, folks, I am doing so good!

[Verse 2]
The house is right there in the distance
The porch light is burning so brave
Forty-two steps on this cracking gray pavement
To balance the kingdom I’m trying to save
If I drop even one, then the whole bundle slips
So I’m biting the groan right off of my lips
I bid on the project, I swallowed the hook
The absolute luckiest guy in the book.

[Chorus]
So make way for the victor, the king of the haul
I prayed for the pressure, I’m carrying it all!

Every favor I owe is a log on the pile
And I’m walking it home with a genuine smile
My face is eclipsed by the things I accrued
But I swear to you, folks, I am doing so good!

[Bridge]
The brain loves a rhythm to quiet the ache
I count every crack in the curb for my sake
One, two, three, four, the pattern is proof
That I haven't been crushed by the weight of the roof

Almost there. Just a yard. Just a stone.
The beautiful burden of holding my own.

[Chorus]
Make way for the victor, the king of the haul!
I asked for the fire, I’m carrying it all!

Every single success is a log on the pile
And I’m dragging it home with a genuine smile
My spine might be snapping, I’m totally blind
But I’m leaving the empty-handed behind!

[Outro]
Standing right here on the welcome mat.
Face to the rough grain.
I’ve got everything I ever wanted.

Now how do I reach my keys?
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