Schwa Lyrics

The Giant

Lyricist: Ed McGee
Vocalist: Ed McGee
Wake the giant that's sleeping,
smell the ale from his snore.
Are those tears that he's weeping? 
Is that sweat from his pores?
	Lonely smiles and unwinding spirals remain,
	bare feet in mud puddles, cherry red tongues tasting rain,
	whirlpools of anger from unnoticed eddies of pain,
	and long after fires, old coals start fires again.

Only wind can turn windmills,
only sun can steep tea
So I wait for the giant,
so he's waiting for me
	Smiling gods and far away, planets collide,
	shepherds in fields and one shining star that would guide,
	and I'm spinning in music to harness the harmony tide,
	and dealing with failure if onlt to know that I tried.

But don't say, Jack, where's your beanstalk?"
Don't say, "fee fi fo fum,"
because you might not believe me,
but my time has come,
The giant is stirring,
the slumber will break,
catharsis awits me,
the chance here to take.
So don't say, "Jack, where's your beanstalk?"													

First Played: December 21, 1996 Hoghead McDunagh's - Chicago, IL

Last Played: September 4, 2016 Frontier Ranch - Kirkersville, OH

# Times Played: 160

% Played: 7.94 %

Shows Since 1st Played: 2016

Shows Since Last Played: 267

1st set: 145

2nd set: 14

3nd set: 1

Encore: 0

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