The Anvil
Musings on Labor, Life, and the Weight of Time in 'The Anvil'
Lyrics
There are some that blindly and happily plow
Some people work diligently and happily
While the tractor screams "feed me some oil"
A tractor demands oil loudly while plowing
The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall softly on full ahead ears
The harsh sounds of machinery go unnoticed by those pushing forward
A frown may give away something right
A frown may reveal a truth
A smile can hide crooked affairs
A smile can conceal dishonest actions
Sun on the back rings a workman's guffaw
Sunshine on a laborer's back leads to hearty laughter
It's all in the bag with the coins
Success is assured with the coins in the bag
Call me tomorrow, come over here
A request to call tomorrow and discuss a matter
See if we can figure this out
Invitation to figure something out together
There in an eye winking curiously
An eye winks with curiosity
By the campground, the bedside nightstand
A specific location mentioned, possibly holding significance
My leg bones feel weary yet walk on they will
Despite weariness, the legs continue to move forward
Holding for wheels and gravy on a plate full of nothing but shaking my head,
Holding out for something substantial, despite shaking one's head
With a side bowl of nothing to do
Idle time with nothing to do, expressed through a side bowl metaphor
Could be a time thing, could be a ruse
Uncertainty about whether it's a matter of time or a trick
I will concede to confusion
Willingness to admit confusion
Ideas spin 'round my crazy old head
Random and chaotic ideas occupy the mind
Hard as (and light as) an anvil
Comparing difficulty to an anvil, which is both hard and light
The liver will wither and wax with the tide
The liver's condition fluctuates with the tide
Fine, if I can find the answer
Willingness to accept difficulty if it leads to answers
To a question I've never been asked before
Searching for answers to a novel question
I hear time and time again
Repeated acknowledgment of the passage of time
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