Week 293 // Second Hand
by Mount Everest
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This is a song about memory and time. Like memory, these lyrics aren't precisely linear in their narrative. These are snippets of memories recalled by the sensation of summer breezes. They circle around each other in much the way that the hands circle around a watch face (if you are like me, and you wear an old fashioned kind of watch, rather than the kind that answers your phone or calculates your shoe-size via crowd-sourced algorithms).
This song alludes to artifacts blowing around on the breeze, manifesting as memory, and resurfacing as experiences. It has a steady handed guitar part that recalls the constants in our lives, and the ever-presence of repetition. If you can, please listen to it on a hilltop, or a rooftop, or dangling out a car window somewhere. Get someplace up high where the breeze is sure to catch you, and close your eyes. Don't pay any attention to what I'm singing. Listen to some of your own recollections while you hear this song. Listen to quiet memories, and be glad you've got them.
This song alludes to artifacts blowing around on the breeze, manifesting as memory, and resurfacing as experiences. It has a steady handed guitar part that recalls the constants in our lives, and the ever-presence of repetition. If you can, please listen to it on a hilltop, or a rooftop, or dangling out a car window somewhere. Get someplace up high where the breeze is sure to catch you, and close your eyes. Don't pay any attention to what I'm singing. Listen to some of your own recollections while you hear this song. Listen to quiet memories, and be glad you've got them.
lyrics
The neighbors are stirring up something at 4am
Fireworks and car alarms going off again
Fast asleep on a subway car
In the afternoon
Second hand slows down
The closer I get to you
Sweet summer evening breeze
Blowing o'er the rooftop
Towering over me
Over me
A highway
A failed escape in a driving storm
A heatwave one of these days
This you can be sure
A voice on an age old wave
On a crackling tape
Firsthand accounts
Of a history that had to wait
Sweet voices on the breeze
Fingers through the tree tops
Find their way to me
Find their way
A moment repeats and repeats and repeats again
Each return is a whispered word
From an absent friend
Fast asleep in a taxi cab
Leaning close to me
Second hand slows down
That's the way it's supposed to be
Sweet summer evening breeze
Reaching out the window
Soaring down the street
Soaring
Fireworks and car alarms going off again
Fast asleep on a subway car
In the afternoon
Second hand slows down
The closer I get to you
Sweet summer evening breeze
Blowing o'er the rooftop
Towering over me
Over me
A highway
A failed escape in a driving storm
A heatwave one of these days
This you can be sure
A voice on an age old wave
On a crackling tape
Firsthand accounts
Of a history that had to wait
Sweet voices on the breeze
Fingers through the tree tops
Find their way to me
Find their way
A moment repeats and repeats and repeats again
Each return is a whispered word
From an absent friend
Fast asleep in a taxi cab
Leaning close to me
Second hand slows down
That's the way it's supposed to be
Sweet summer evening breeze
Reaching out the window
Soaring down the street
Soaring
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released June 27, 2016
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Mount Everest Maine
I’ve been making up a new song every week since 2010.
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