Track Insight / Lyrics
I walk the bricks where tuners kneel
Their forks strike cold on autumn steel
Each note a buoy on rising tide
I chart the drift where pitch resides
Tuning the bricks, tuning the bones
Walking the line where the sidewalk groans
Pitch falls sharp on Beacon Hill
Winter waits, the air stands still
The rhodes hums low in corner bars
While muted horns count passing cars
He turns the pin, he feels the give
Dead center where the harmonics live
Tuning the bricks, tuning the bones
Walking the line where the sidewalk groans
Pitch falls sharp on Beacon Hill
Winter waits, the air stands still
My logbook salt, my hands know rope
But here the scale holds no scope
He reads the wire like I read stars
Each cents-off a jagged scar
Tuning the bricks, tuning the bones
Walking the line where the sidewalk groans
Pitch falls sharp on Beacon Hill
Winter waits, the air stands still
The brick retains the summer's heat
But autumn bites the tuner's feet
He hums the note the string should sing
While city clocks refuse to spring
No lantern lens to focus light
Just tempered steel and wan white light
The fifth, the fourth, the wolf tone's cry
No harbor here, no sea, no sky
Just bricks and wire and reasons why
Dawn breaks pale on copper dome
The final chord finds its way home
He packs his case, the sidewalk knows
The pitch he chased, the pause he chose
Tuning the bricks, tuning the bones
Walking the line where the sidewalk groans
A440 shakes the leaves down slow
Even the lamps forget to glow
Tuning the bricks, let the tuning show
Fork strikes once on cold brick stone
The harbor hums, I row back home
