Tall Tales by the Fire
Folk-pop song with a galloping 103 BPM stomp: acoustic guitars, a bright trumpet riff and gang shouts, with a male and a female voice trading lines. Anthemic yet eerie, sung in English, about two old friends trading tall tales around a crackling fire.
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Lyrics
The logs are spitting sap against the dark.I swear I saw a wolf with human eyes.Last winter when the creek began to bark,I caught a trout that spoke in lullabies.That’s nothing but a dreamer’s heavy head.I walked the ridge where no one dares to go.I met a man who’s twenty summers dead,He taught me how to dance inside the snow.Liars, both of us are liars.Feeding ghosts into the wood.Pass the jug beside the briars,Tell me things you never should.Liars, both of us are liars.I found a copper coin inside a bird.It had a face that looked a lot like mine.It told me every secret that it heard,While drinking down a gallon of the wine.I climbed the oak that touches every star.I stole a piece of moon to light my pipe.I keep it in a rusted mason jar,Until the summer constellations are ripe.Liars, both of us are liars.Feeding ghosts into the wood.Pass the jug beside the briars,Tell me things you never should.Liars, both of us are liars.The sparks are turning cold.The truth is getting old.One more story.One more lie.
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