Tarot · Track 35 · middle
King of Wands
RWS: a king on a throne of salamanders and lions, wand held upright, body turned and leaning forward as if already rising. Keywords: vision that actually gets built, born leadership, no patience for the slow, fire made into governance.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] The Salamander heater kicks a coil of orange heat Against my muddy boots, but I am barely in my seat. My shoulders pitched, my center shifted on the folding chair, I’m halfway out the trailer before you're even there. My hand is clamped around the heavy brass lion weight, Holding down the blueprints while we argue about the shape. [Chorus] Hold the rolled-up canvas upright like a heavy wooden staff! I don't want the hesitation, I don't want the bottom half. I can see the finished rafters while you're staring at the wall. What good is a blazing furnace if you never forge the bronze? You have to give the fire a shape to carry on. [Verse 2] I know I run you ragged, I know the pace is steep. You're asking for a coffee break, I'm plotting in my sleep. My mind is snapping patterns out of every scattered tile, Connecting up the grid lines across a solid mile. I've got 43 unread messages blinking on the dash, But I'm looking at the skyline and the angle of the glass. [Bridge] Some guys love the starting line, the first flash of the spark, But they leave a pile of ashes when the math gets a little hard. Not me, I want the scaffolding, the mortar, and the wood. I want to put a roof above the fever in the blood. [Chorus] So hold the rolled-up canvas upright like a heavy wooden staff! I don't want the hesitation, I don't want the bottom half. I can see the finished rafters while you're staring at the wall. What good is a blazing furnace if you never forge the bronze? You have to give the fire a shape to carry on. [Outro] I'm leaning forward. I was never really sitting down. Grab your hardhats. We’re going up. The lion and the lizard and the spark. Let's get to work.