Shadow of the Axe

A photo can tell a story, but can it also write a song... "Schadow of the Axe" From the Songtelling series Lyrics: Old hat pulled low, eyes in the dark Lines on his face tell a lifetime’s mark Hands on a blade like he’s trimming the past Every shadow he walks through is built to last Steel and stone under a smokestack sky He’s counting the years that just walked on by Sweater frayed, like the roads he’s known Every scar on his hands is a story he’s shown Concrete and gears, a life in the grind But there’s fire in his chest, can’t leave it behind And the machine hums low, like a ghost in the night He holds that axe close, searching for the light Shadow of the axe, cutting through the pain Every line in his face, every drop of rain He’s a hard-luck story, sung in black and white Standing tall in the ruins, ready for the fight He walks where the rubble meets the rail His boots hit the ground like a warning tale A stubbled jaw, weathered and worn Life’s little battles leave you tattered and torn But he’s quiet, steady, a hammer in hand A man of the land, you try to understand He’s stacking memories like rocks in the yard Life dealt him rough hands, still he plays the card Axes and shadows, streets and machines Living in the cracks of forgotten dreams Look in his eyes, see the storms he’s survived Every breath, every swing, keeps the legend alive Shadow of the axe, cutting through the pain Every line in his face, every drop of rain He’s a hard-luck story, sung in black and white Standing tall in the ruins, ready for the fight Hat pulled down, the night closes in A man and his blade, where the light begins Shadows fall long, but the fire remains In the heart of the storm, he’s calling your name --- subtitles via YouTube captions. Model: Frans Boone Photography: it's a Boone thing Lyrics: it's a Boone thing & A.I. Music: A.I., directed & produced by it's a Boone thing.