Spring (From the Secondhand World)

lyrics

she brings me shining things that she pulled out of the river

knee deep in shimmering

i hear her whisper to her

sisters on the wind

the winter steals my breath

but she says

that spring

is coming

yes she says

that spring

is coming

and the seeds you sow will reach out for the sun

your heart will beat again

the blood will run

so sleep right now in the arms of the cold cold moon

sleep right now but remember

spring is coming

she lights her secondhand world with stolen constellations

says a cold rosary of stars

she sings me strangers’ songs

late

into the midnight

orion rules the sky

but she says

that spring

is coming

yes she says

that spring

is coming

and the seeds you sow will reach out for the sun

your heart will beat again

the blood will run

so sleep right now in the arms of the cold cold moon

sleep right now but remember

spring is coming

my fire is burning low and I pull you close again

wait for the spark to come on

oh sun won’t you come again

come and shine the way you was

the winter steals my breath

but she says

that spring

is coming

yes she says

that spring

is coming

yes she says

hold tight / hold on

hold on through this cold cold night

hold on now

but remember

spring is coming

and the seeds you sow will reach out for the sun

your heart will beat again

the blood will run

so sleep right now in the arms of the cold cold moon

sleep right now but remember

spring is coming

story

The origins of this track date back a few years to a wintertime field trip that my friend Jeffrey and I took to the coast. A huge storm was thumping Northern California, and we wanted to go see the waves in Pacifica, or Princeton, where we’d heard they were sweeping small dogs and inattentive meter maids out to sea.

We made it to Princeton, where the waves were indeed impressive, pushing boldly up from the shore into the center of town, nosing into businesses and restaurants.

On the way back, Jeffrey played me a song by one of his favorite up-and-coming singer/songwriters, and I was really taken by an acoustic guitar loop and repetitive mellotron chord that created a very melancholy atmosphere: I resolved to steal that trick as soon as possible.

The storm kept up for several days, and by the end I was feeling very done with winter, especially as I was crouched over the piano in my unheated music lair one night experimenting with the kind of loops and sounds I’d heard on Jeffrey’s CD. As it got later, and colder, the recurrent drone coming out of my speakers and the deepening night created kind of a trance state, and the first verse of the song came steadily into focus, with the last two lines feeling especially right.