Stray Summer Song
Birch Book Lyrics
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Got no mind for wrong or right
Ain't got no line to set it straight
Just some shoine to lay the light
ON the page and pen with which I write
A stray summer song
The weather's fine if you're stopping by
Pardon if I seem of absent mind
Or a little dazed, I'm just flying high...
It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride
On a stray summer song
Stray summer song:
Turning on the light of creation
Stray summer song:
Rising up at the mount of the shining sun
Stray summer song:
Through the mist of the early morning dawn
Got no fear, got nothing to hide
Got no fear for the days gone by
Got no ear for reasons why
Got no care to satisfy
Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme
Of a stray summer song
Got no bruise from the condescension
The world's ruse and its disposition
I can take abuse, it's no imposition
On the finer usw of imagination
A wayward muse for the inspiration
Of a stray summer song
Stray summer song:
Rising up through the mist on the mountain
Stray summer song:
Heralding the season's revolution
Stray summer song:
Let it on the old day is passing on
A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page
Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve
Stranger thoughts have been mislaid
Out on the path among the fray
A rarer warp and weft to weave
A stray summer song
Stray summer song:
A migrant course for a lost procession
Stray summer song:
A supple strand in the cloth of conception
Stray summer song:
Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn
If you suppose that you could find
The open door to a state of mind
Without no ties, nothing to unbind
In the age old house of the tendrilled vine
Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine
Of a stray summer song
The song "Stray Summer Song" by Birch Book is a delightful representation of the essence of summer. The lyrics of the song depict the artist's feelings of contentment, happiness, and freedom as he sings spontaneously about his thoughts and emotions. The song's opening line, "Got no design on which to set my sight," sets the mood for the rest of the song. The artist does not have any preconceived ideas or plans and is open to taking on whatever opportunities come his way. He does not have any boundaries with regards to right or wrong, he follows his heart, and as a result, he is free; he is not rigid in his thinking or beliefs. The song is an embodiment of summer, which is a joyous and carefree period in the year. The artist appears to be peacefully relaxed and happy, and he invites the listener to join him for the ride.
The lyrics of the song have been arranged in such a way that they complement each other. Birch Book has employed a simple yet poetic approach to composing the lyrics. The song's chorus, "Stray summer song," is a representation of the idea that the season has no beginning or end. The song represents a concept, a feeling; it's a song that sings of the experience of the present moment. Birch Book has utilized figures of speech such as metaphors and personification to bring out his point. For instance, "a subtle wind but you could catch a ride" is a perfect example of how he personifies the "wind." He is trying to show that there is a lot that is happening in his life, and that things are not always as simple as they seem.
Line by Line Meaning
Got no design on which to set my sight
I have no specific goal in mind to aim towards
Got no mind for wrong or right
I don't concern myself with the concept of moral correctness
Ain't got no line to set it straight
I have no clear direction or rules to follow
Just some shoine to lay the light
All I have is a glimmer of inspiration to guide me
ON the page and pen with which I write
All I have is my instrument of writing to express my thoughts
A stray summer song
This is a creative work born from inspiration, free from any specific direction or purpose
The weather's fine if you're stopping by
If you happen to come by, the environment is pleasant
And I don't mind if you stay the while
It's okay if you stick around for a bit
Pardon if I seem of absent mind
Forgive me if I appear to be inattentive
Or a little dazed, I'm just flying high...
Or appear intoxicated, I'm feeling euphoric and creative
It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride
There is a slight hint of inspiration that you could also utilize
Got no fear, got nothing to hide
I am unafraid and have no secrets to keep
Got no fear for the days gone by
I am not afraid of the past
Got no ear for reasons why
I don't have an interest in explanations
Got no care to satisfy
I am not concerned with meeting anyone's expectations
Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme
I am sitting here with a musical beat and poetic flow
Of a stray summer song
This is a creative work born from inspiration, free from any specific direction or purpose
Got no bruise from the condescension
I am not affected by others' belittlement or scorn
The world's ruse and its disposition
I see through society's deception and behavior
I can take abuse, it's no imposition
I can handle insults, it doesn't bother me
On the finer usw of imagination
I focus on the subtle aspects of creativity
A wayward muse for the inspiration
A stray idea for inspiration
Of a stray summer song
This is a creative work born from inspiration, free from any specific direction or purpose
A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page
A messy handwriting on a crumpled piece of paper
Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve
Disheveled clothing or appearance
Stranger thoughts have been mislaid
Unfamiliar or unconventional ideas have been lost or misplaced
Out on the path among the fray
Out in the world amongst the chaos
A rarer warp and weft to weave
Unique patterns to create
Stray summer song
This is a creative work born from inspiration, free from any specific direction or purpose
A migrant course for a lost procession
A wandering path for a confused group
A supple strand in the cloth of conception
A flexible thread in the fabric of creativity
Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn
Emerging from the foggy beginnings of a new day
If you suppose that you could find
If you think that you might discover
The open door to a state of mind
The entranceway to a certain mental state
Without no ties, nothing to unbind
Without any obligation, nothing to untangle
In the age old house of the tendrilled vine
In the ancient abode of the twisting plant
Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine
Simply bring a container for the smooth wine
Of a stray summer song
This is a creative work born from inspiration, free from any specific direction or purpose
Contributed by Adalyn H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@morningstar9787
Got no design on which to set my sight
Got no mind for wrong or right
Ain't got no line to set it straight
Just some shoine to lay the light
ON the page and pen with which I write
A stray summer song
The weather's fine if you're stopping by
And I don't mind if you stay the while
Pardon if I seem of absent mind
Or a little dazed, I'm just flying high...
It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride
On a stray summer song
Stray summer song:
Turning on the light of creation
Stray summer song:
Rising up at the mount of the shining sun
Stray summer song:
Through the mist of the early morning dawn
Got no fear, got nothing to hide
Got no fear for the days gone by
Got no ear for reasons why
Got no care to satisfy
Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme
Of a stray summer song
Got no bruise from the condescension
The world's ruse and its disposition
I can take abuse, it's no imposition
On the finer usw of imagination
A wayward muse for the inspiration
Of a stray summer song
Stray summer song:
Rising up through the mist on the mountain
Stray summer song:
Heralding the season's revolution
Stray summer song:
Let it on the old day is passing on
A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page
Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve
Stranger thoughts have been mislaid
Out on the path among the fray
A rarer warp and weft to weave
A stray summer song
Stray summer song:
A migrant course for a lost procession
Stray summer song:
A supple strand in the cloth of conception
Stray summer song:
Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn
If you suppose that you could find
The open door to a state of mind
Without no ties, nothing to unbind
In the age old house of the tendrilled vine
Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine
Of a stray summer song
@joelcordial
I love this song so much!
@temmie_2283
Love it
@spookysam2596
Stray Summer Soooong! Wow! This song is so soothing!
@atro_punch4736
best emotional song ive erver heard.
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