Odes to Joy

Tarot · Track 41 · middle

Six of Cups

RWS: a child handing a cup full of white flowers to a smaller child in a sunlit old courtyard, five more flowered cups around them, a guard walking away down the lane. Keywords: memory, nostalgia, uncomplicated kindness, the past remembered gentler than it was.

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Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The grown-up with the spear has turned his back
Walking down the lane, he leaves us be
The courtyard stone is warm and full of cracks
And you are only coming up to my knee
I lined five golden goblets on the ground
Stuffed full of star-jasmine, heavy and bright
A quiet little sanctuary we found
Tucked away from the fading light

[Chorus]
Hold out your hands, I saved the sixth for you
The past is a garden where the sky stays blue
The brain just edits out the winter and the bruise
To keep us in a golden afternoon
Take the cup, the petals are so white
Even if we’re remembering it wrong...
It feels right.

[Verse 2]
It's three in the morning, the radiator hisses
I'm staring at a photo that I kept in a drawer
Tracing the archway, the stone and the mosses
I don't even know who we were anymore
You were so small, looking up at the brim
Trusting the water, trusting the rim
Did it really happen this gentle and slow?
Or did I just desperately need it to be so?

[Chorus]
Hold out your hands, I saved the sixth for you
The past is a garden where the sky stays blue
The brain just edits out the winter and the bruise
To keep us in a golden afternoon
Take the cup, the petals are so white
Even if we’re remembering it wrong...
It feels right.

[Bridge]
The flowers are cut, they don't have any roots
They're just sitting in water, waiting to fade
But here in the picture, nobody moves
We are safe in the shade that the old wall made
The guard keeps on walking.
The grown-ups are gone.
We can stay here as long as we want.

[Outro]
Here. Take the flowers.
They're bigger than your hands.
The sun is always shining in the lands
we leave behind.
I know it wasn't really like this.
The white petals spilling...
But drink it anyway.
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