The Archives – The Lyric Book “Tire Swing”

 

This is a song about a mid-life crisis dealt with in the best way possible: by running outside in the middle of work, throwing your papers and work in the air and playing on a playground, vowing from that moment on to never stifle your inner child again and always have time to play.  The song started off being about a time when my family sat down and watched a 25 year old video my grandmother recorded of me and my brother and my cousin playing in her backyard in Lynn, MA.   Slowly but surely it evolved into a character other than me, I didn’t want to be so specific with my personal experience that no one else could relate.  But I did keep the original emotion in tact.  Enjoy reading and listening this one, it’s an anthem to a never-ending childhood, something I truly believe more people need.

 

 

Tire Swing Ideas/Rough Sketch

Look at me
Running free
playing in the yard

See how fast I run
Look at all the things I can do
Climbing up the slide
and
Just five more minutes on the tire swing
Too busy being innocent
an old dusty video cassette
dated about 20 years ago

20 years ago behind a tall red house sitting on a corner somewhere in lynn
(a bleach blonde little boy was)
a couple little cousins were showing their nana how fast they could spin (run)
curled up on the couch
I pause the video to grab a beer from the fridge (now he’s all grown up)
ask anyone that knows him (though he owns a car)
I’m pretty much the same old kid
he’s 20 years young
A couple weeks ago I dusted off an old video cassette
and with my family and my girlfriend watched

Other than learning to drive paying bills
and being in love, he hasn’t changed much in 20 years
Cars and bills and love in 20 years
but

Tire Swing Version 1

All the lights were dimmed, the bowl was full of popcorn and volume was set
My family gathered round as mom put in the video cassette

In a shaky frame, 20 years before, behind a tall red house in Lynn
A bleach blonde little boy is telling his Nana that he ’s having too much fun to go in

She says” Lovey hurry up and gather all your toys
The Lasagna’s on the table so won’t you be a good boy”
But she only hears resistance in his little voice saying, oh

Five more minutes on the tire swing
Don’t make me stop
This is my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more

Well I bought myself a car got a college education and I even grew a beard
But mom, dad and all my friends will tell you that’s about all that’s changed in 20 years

Sprinting like a madman into fields of geese
and practicing karate in the middle of my street
A part of me will always have grass stains on his knees
and always be begging’

Chorus

People keep saying you’ve got to grow up
Sooner or later it’s gonna erupt
If you ever find a woman she’ll need you to be a man
Well I hope she can wait for me to play

Chorus

just a little more
just a little more
just a little, just a little more

Tire Swing Version 2

All the lights were dimmed, the bowl was full of popcorn and volume was set
Her and I we’re snuggled tightly as we put in the video cassette

In the shaky frame; the backyard of a tall red house on a corner in Lynn
A bleach blonde little boy is telling his Nana he doesn’t want to in

She says” Lovey hurry up and gather up the toys
The food is on the table so will won’t you be a good boy”
But she only hears resistance in his little voice saying, oh

Five more minutes on the tire swing
Don’t make me stop
This is my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more

As we’re holding hands and watching my childhood premier
She say’s to me, sarcastically a whole lot has changed in the last 20 years

Somewhere in between the chasing fields of geese
and showing up to weddings wearing dirty blue jeans
She skinned her knees by falling down in love with a full grown kid,
who’s always begging

Chorus

I know she’ll be wanting a boy of her own
But boys can’t be father’s until they have grown
and I’m still holding on to a weathered old rope
I hope she can wait for me to play

Chorus

just a little more
just a little more
just a little, just a little more

Tire Swing Version 3

All the lights were dimmed, the bowl was full of popcorn and volume was set
My family gathered round as mom put in the video cassette

In a shaky frame, 20 years before, behind a tall red house in Lynn
A bleach blonde little boy is telling his Nana that he ’s having too much fun to go in

She says” Lovey hurry and gather all your toys
The Lasagna’s on the table so won’t you be a good boy”
But she only hears resistance in his little voice saying, oh

Five more minutes on the tire swing
Don’t make me stop
This is my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more

Well I bought myself a car got a college education and I even grew a beard
But mom, dad and all my friends will tell you that’s about all that’s changed in 20 years

Sprinting like a madman into fields of geese
and practicing karate in the middle of my street
I part of me will always have grass stains on his knees and always be begging’

Chorus

People keep saying you’ve got to grow up
Sooner or later it’s gonna erupt
If you ever find a woman she’ll need you to be a man
Well I hope she can wait for me to play

Chorus

just a little more
just a little more
just a little, just a little more

Tire Swing Final Version

Sitting in his desk, his tired eyes were gridlocked with a white computer screen
Trying hard to organize the miles of papers before 5:15

Every now and then he look out at the playground across the street through the glass
And remember when his nine to five was spinning round and falling in the grass

When he’d run around his backyard in his dirty bare feet
And his dad would come outside and say it’s time to eat
And he’d try to strike a bargain and in his most sincere tone beg oh please, please, please

Five more minutes on the tire swing
I don’t want to stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more

Where did those day run off, silly games and calling names, and frantic afternoons
The good ol’ days left him faster than a loosely gripped balloon

He wondered if he was the only one pretending
He doesn’t feel an overwhelming sense of resentment
Shouldn’t everyone just be out and having recess?
And telling the boss man

Five more minutes on the tire swing
I don’t want to stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more

We rise and we shine and we’re glued to the news
It’ coffee and breakfast and the working’ man’s blues
He thought to himself, well today I refuse to wait
Another day
To remember to play

Five more minutes on the tire swing
I don’t want to stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more, just a little just a little more…