2025 Competition Entry:
Wide-plank Floorboards and Buffalo Nickels by KOLB
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Genre
Folk
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KOLB
Description
This song about America’s past-time, baseball. The passage of time when children roamed the countryside on bikes. The passage of time when baseball cards were not preserved and slabbed for a monetary investment, and NFT investments, but brought on trips across town in the spokes of bicycles. The passage of time and forgotten holocaust of Native American tribes, and the misidentification of their culture stamped in permanence upon American currency. The passage of time as coins are lost in the joints of antique floorboards of the forgotten New England farmhouse. The passage of time to pass time flipping through cards by a woodstove in the thin, raw and dismal winter on Cape Cod. The passage of time and permanence of pain in the stains of childhood memory obscured.
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Lyrics
VERSE 1-3]
A D A D A E
Wide-plank floorboards and buffalo nickels ‘tween the spaces of time
A D A D A E A
Oh, me darling no cash in me pocket, no cash in me pocket, no quarter no dime
A D A D A E
Pay no notice to the worn and sullied headdress it doesn’t mean anything but meanness to me
A D A D A E A
Money is a lie let the buffalo nickels roll to the joints to hide where they’ll die
A D A D A E
That farmhouse had many an antique a Yankee’s sad ghost inside
A D A D A E
In the rafters a shoebox cousins’ 65 Topps Kaline Aaron and Mays
[CHORUS]
D A D A E
Once well-loved in the spokes of Schwinn Tornados racing down Binghamton’s countryside
A D A D A E A
McLaughlin Boys on bikes are joyful as kites skimming the surface of Uncle Don’s Pond
[BREAK] THEN [VERSE]
A D A D A E
The stove’s baffle creaks, the Cape winds howl searching for the legendary Honus Wagner
A D A D A E A
Me arm still live, me mind all amuck, the ‘52 Mantle a diamond in the rough
A D A D A E
Years gone by me find my-self staring, find me-self staring and equally confused
A D A D A E
Not feeling much different from what I was feeling, when I was being used
[CHORUS x 2]
D A D A E
I flip through these cards and sit by the woodstove 10,000 junk era visages behold
A D A D E A
The athletic stances all-American smiles frozen in time ‘pon fragile cardboard
D A D A E
Once well-loved in the spokes of Schwinn Tornados racing down Binghamton’s countryside
A D A D A E A
McLaughlin Boys on bikes are joyful as kites skimming the surface of Uncle Don’s Pond
[BREAK THEN OUTRO]
A D A D A E
Wide-plank floorboards and buffalo nickels ‘tween the spaces of time
A D A D A E A
bloodied arrows broken feathers America’s pastime. This is the country ‘pon which I will die
A D A D A E
Wide-plank floorboards and buffalo nickels ‘tween the spaces of time
A D A D A E A
Oh, me darling no cash in me pocket, no cash in me pocket, no quarter no dime
A D A D A E
Pay no notice to the worn and sullied headdress it doesn’t mean anything but meanness to me
A D A D A E A
Money is a lie let the buffalo nickels roll to the joints to hide where they’ll die
A D A D A E
That farmhouse had many an antique a Yankee’s sad ghost inside
A D A D A E
In the rafters a shoebox cousins’ 65 Topps Kaline Aaron and Mays
[CHORUS]
D A D A E
Once well-loved in the spokes of Schwinn Tornados racing down Binghamton’s countryside
A D A D A E A
McLaughlin Boys on bikes are joyful as kites skimming the surface of Uncle Don’s Pond
[BREAK] THEN [VERSE]
A D A D A E
The stove’s baffle creaks, the Cape winds howl searching for the legendary Honus Wagner
A D A D A E A
Me arm still live, me mind all amuck, the ‘52 Mantle a diamond in the rough
A D A D A E
Years gone by me find my-self staring, find me-self staring and equally confused
A D A D A E
Not feeling much different from what I was feeling, when I was being used
[CHORUS x 2]
D A D A E
I flip through these cards and sit by the woodstove 10,000 junk era visages behold
A D A D E A
The athletic stances all-American smiles frozen in time ‘pon fragile cardboard
D A D A E
Once well-loved in the spokes of Schwinn Tornados racing down Binghamton’s countryside
A D A D A E A
McLaughlin Boys on bikes are joyful as kites skimming the surface of Uncle Don’s Pond
[BREAK THEN OUTRO]
A D A D A E
Wide-plank floorboards and buffalo nickels ‘tween the spaces of time
A D A D A E A
bloodied arrows broken feathers America’s pastime. This is the country ‘pon which I will die
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