Schwa Lyrics

Looper's Din

Lyricist: John Mullins
Vocalist: John Mullins

Burning bridges behind me
A little late to turn around
Little things that remind me
How we came in here for the sound
The sound of the music
Reaching out and up into these ears
 From these eyes to the spirit
That I've been getting to know for years
  
Little bit graphic and surreal
Like thoughts suspended in time
Little fantastic for me to feel
I turn around and it shines
  

Runnin' 'round now
Trying to keep up an unclear head
Waking up the evening
Then comes dawn time to go to bed
It's a little bit funny
And some nights I find it's just a little insane
But there's a little bee buzzing
There's a sweet siren song running around in my brain
  
And you know that when I get home
The meddler's still in between
Somewhere you can hide out on those Berg-y nights
Where you can be heard but not seen.
  

Sing it out baby
She sings it strong and she sings it loud
Keep it loose when she is mellow
Then crank it on up when she belts it out
How does she do it
She goes night after night and day after day
She get up and moves it
Well I guess it was always meant to be that way
  
I go and see her out on Friday nights
Floating in the currant for truth
They spark it up and man they keep it tight
But there ain't no Absolut

  
The sun may come out tomorrow
Or the sun may pull a no show
Or the moon may be laughing
At an inside joke that the sun and him know
And all the souls up in heaven
They're probably crying crocodile tears
For all the ones who remain
All the sinners, lovers, and poets who are hanging around 
here
  
And if you wanna you can count me in
Got nothing better to do
Strident loopers oh they raise the din
Too loud even for you