Three Days in the Anthill
Playful Balkan pop-folk loop with bright nylon guitar licks, bouncy clarinet, and upbeat hand percussion; male vocals with a big, smiley hook, group shouts on the chorus, and a constant dancey groove that circles like a village party. Energy starts cheeky and curious, then swells into a joyful, sing-along celebration of tiny worlds., vocal, romantic, playful, beautiful
Three Days in the Anthill
Playful Balkan pop-folk loop with bright nylon guitar licks, bouncy clarinet, and upbeat hand percussion; male vocals with a big, smiley hook, group shouts on the chorus, and a constant dancey groove that circles like a village party. Energy starts cheeky and curious, then swells into a joyful, sing-along celebration of tiny worlds., vocal, romantic, playful, beautiful
Lyrics
Verse 1
First day
I’m dizzy
I stumble and sway
From a wild
Laughing ride
I roll the wrong way
Through the grass
Through the dust
Through the clover and chill
’Til I drop like a giant at the gates of a hill
Little helmets of sand
Tiny roads in a line
Every grain like a stone
Every move on a sign
They surround my shoe
They inspect my hand
Like a border patrol in a foreign land (hey!)
Chorus
Three days in the anthill
They’re dancing while they carry crumbs
Three days in the anthill
Tiny hearts
Busy legs
Beating drums
They line up
They don’t stay
They turn work into a play
Oh
I fell from the ride to a different thrill
Three days
Three days in the anthill (la-la-la)
Verse 2
Second day
I’m watching their crowded parade
Morning rush
Sugar rush
Every role clearly played
One runs guard at the gate
One runs food to the queen
One writes maps in the dust where they’ve already been
They get lost on my foot
Then they find their trail back
Like they’re reading secret signs on an invisible track
And I laugh when they climb on my soda cap
They’re a circus of dots in a moving map (ooh yeah)
Chorus
Three days in the anthill
They’re dancing while they carry crumbs
Three days in the anthill
Tiny hearts
Busy legs
Beating drums
They line up
They don’t stay
They turn work into a play
Oh
I fell from the ride to a different thrill
Three days
Three days in the anthill (hey, hey)
Bridge
Third day
Storm clouds
Heavy sky
First rain
Little ladders of leaves
Tiny boats in the drain
They rush
They hush
They hide the bread they’ve stored
I’m the giant on the hill
I’m the lightning lord
So I build them a roof from a candy wrapper
Plant a stick like a tower
Like a clumsy mapper
And they climb it in pairs
Like a wedding stair
I swear one waved at me from the open air (woah)
Chorus
Three days in the anthill
They’re dancing while they carry crumbs
Three days in the anthill
Tiny hearts
Busy legs
Beating drums
They line up
They don’t stay
They turn work into a play
Oh
I fell from the ride to a different thrill
Three days
Three days in the anthill
Outro
When I walked away home
I still felt them on my skin
Now each step on the stone
Feels like ants begin
Three days
I hear them still
La-la-la in the anthill (la-la-la)