Category: Writers Block
I'd like to try and get a title for this one. I wrote it a little after "Eventually" and it is, I'm afraid, fairly bleak as well. I don't know exactly how it'd sound, but I'm close. The lyrics follow.
She grew up on the prairie
In a tired old farming town
Where the grain grows thick; like breakers
It can almost make you drown.
His girl left for the city
As early as she could.
Her mom showed no forgiveness but
Her father understood.
'Cause he grew up in the wheat fields
Beneath the moving sky.
And he watched the clouds go rolling off
to somewhere far and wide.
And he wed the one he's living with
He loves his only bride.
But all these years just left them here
As the world went blowing by
So he stands outside the station
And watches as the bus
Picks up the girl so dear to him
And turns her into dust.
And he sees it slowly disappear
Beyond the old town line
And he wonders what he'd be out there
If he'd ever found the time.
So he walks back to his pick-up
And he gives his heart a shake.
There's no way you can say goodbye
To the promises you make.
He married his decision
She waits where he resides.
And a man's not what he dreams about...
A man's what he decides.
I should probably say that I'm not a lyricist--I do fiction; poetry's a bit out of my field--but I like this. The last stanza struck me as particularly poignant. I'd love to hear it sung; do you plan to record it?
Thanks for sharing
Alison
I plan to try, yeah. Thanks for the feedback, by the way. I started with the last stanza first, actually.
Fantastic! What do you do with your recorded music? Do you sell it or is it just for you for fun?
Alison :)
I haven't exactly recorded much or anything, so it's sort of a moot point thus far. I'd like to record something concrete one day, maybe get an album together or whatnot. I don't want to be in the music business full-time or anything like that, mind you. So, I guess right now, music is more for fun than anything else.
Yeah, I get that. :)
Well, I like it.