About the song

Some songs seem to carry the weight of time within their notes, evoking memories of bygone eras and long-forgotten places. In “Flowers On The Wall,” Toby, the soul behind the Furniture Store Guitar Sessions, brings us a refreshingly intimate rendition of the Statler Brothers’ 1966 classic. It’s a song that straddles the line between wistful humor and existential melancholy, and Toby’s take pays homage to its roots while offering a distinctly personal touch.

If you’ve stumbled upon the Furniture Store Guitar Sessions, you’ve likely already noticed the disarmingly honest vibe that permeates each performance. There’s a curious charm in the juxtaposition of Toby’s stripped-back, acoustic sound and the humble setting of a furniture store. This environment becomes more than a backdrop; it’s part of the story, lending the music a raw, unpolished beauty that’s increasingly rare in today’s overproduced world.

“Flowers On The Wall” itself is a fascinating choice for Toby. Originally penned by Lew DeWitt of the Statler Brothers, the song tells the wry tale of a man left to his own devices, amusing himself in solitude by playing cards, counting flowers on the wall, and walking aimlessly at night. Beneath the lighthearted delivery lies a quiet desperation, an unspoken yearning for connection, or at least meaning, in the mundane. Toby’s version embraces this delicate balance. With nothing more than a guitar and his voice, he captures the humor and heartbreak of the song’s central character—a man who’s convincingly pretending he’s fine, yet transparently unraveling.

What makes this performance stand out is Toby’s ability to create an atmosphere of shared experience. His voice, weathered yet warm, carries the weight of someone who’s lived through the ups and downs of life. Each strum of his guitar feels deliberate, almost conversational, as if he’s sitting across from you, telling his story in a way that invites you into his world. The simplicity of the arrangement allows the lyrics to shine, giving space to lines like, “Playing solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of 51”—a quiet nod to loneliness disguised as whimsy.

There’s also an interesting interplay between the context of the song and the performance setting. A furniture store isn’t the sort of place you’d expect to find a deeply emotional musical performance, but that contrast amplifies the song’s themes. It’s as if Toby is saying, “Here I am, surrounded by the trappings of everyday life, yet still finding moments of profound connection.” It’s a sentiment that feels particularly resonant in an age where people often feel disconnected despite constant digital interaction.

In revisiting “Flowers On The Wall,” Toby reminds us of the timeless power of simplicity in music. It’s a performance that feels less like a cover and more like a conversation—an intimate exchange between artist and listener, shaped by humor, honesty, and humanity. Whether you’re encountering this classic for the first time or revisiting it with fresh ears, Toby’s rendition offers a poignant reminder of why some songs never fade; they simply find new voices to keep them alive.

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Lyrics

I keep hearin’ you’re concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you’re givin’ me is conscience, I guess
If I were walkin’ in your shoes, I wouldn’t worry none
While you and your friends are worried about me, I’m havin’ lots of fun
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of 51
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me, I’ve nothin’ to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream, it’s hard to slow this swinger down
So please don’t give a thought to me, I’m really doin’ fine
You can always find me here, I’m havin’ quite a time
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of 51
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me, I’ve nothin’ to do
It’s good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway, my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So, I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of 51
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me, I’ve nothin’ to do
Don’t tell me, I’ve nothin’ to do

By tam