This is the song the swings wrote in the park on that day in October.
The leaves were falling down, the creaks and squeaks resound, but they were drowned by laughter as we ran around
I think that's when we stole your shoe.
This soft, rhythmic metal beat put me to sleep even though we stole your pillow
I woke up in the morning to the rattles of your snoring, still the singing swings were roaring in the autumn Apple Canyon air.
I hear sound waves never end, so I listen real close in desperate hopes of hearing echoes of my iron lullaby.
This simple tune is all I knew and now it's June. What's left to do but sing along as the chains whistle the melody
Of this sweet symphony of rusty nuts and wood chip dust and faded sticky rubber seats.
credits
from "Swings" b/w "Choir Robes",
released July 10, 2012
Words and music by However
Produced and mixed by Jon Weber
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