Syncopated Sorrow

November 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

A great deal of the lyrics I write tend to fall into the folk-pop area, but I do occasionally try my hand a t a blues lyric. And although I like a lot of jazz music, I rarely attempt to write anything with a jazz flavor. This is one of those rare times – a song about an all too common occurrence, written with a bit of a swinging jazz feel.

Another thing I’ve been working on lately is my rhyme structure and varying where the rhymes fall. In this lyric, rhymes fall within a line before setting up a new rhyme at the end of the line. Let me know what you think.

Into The Flame

That’s all she wrote
I missed the boat where she’s concerned
She said that she’d been burned too many times by me
So lesson learned
And then she turned
And walked away

That’s it, that’s that
She left me flat without a clue
Wondering if something I could do might bring her back
But she was through
The silence grew
And she was gone

I look back on all the mistakes I made
And wonder which ones I could change
To restore all of my best plans laid
But it’s much too late to rearrange

The time has come
Admit we’re done and then move on
A sucker in love’s con and in life’s game of chess
Another pawn
Like a moth drawn
Into the flame

(32 bar instrumental)

I look back on all the mistakes I made
And wonder which ones I could change
To restore all of my best plans laid
But it’s much too late to rearrange

The time has come
Admit we’re done and then move on
A sucker in love’s con and in life’s game of chess
Another pawn
Like a moth drawn
Into the flame

© 2014 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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Where Do The Words Come From?

November 2, 2014 § Leave a comment

I’ve been writing lyrics for several decades now. When I first started, the lyrics were a form of self-therapy, allowing me to share feelings I was unable to express aloud. Sometimes, my lyrics still serve that purpose.

More and more often, I find my inspiration from multiple sources, Sometimes it will come from something I read or something someone said. Sometimes it will come from a dream or a memory.

I’m not exactly sure where the inspiration for this lyric came from; I suspect it came from multiple sources. I believe someone at work was talking about wanting to win the lottery. So that may have planted the initial seed. At the same time, I read some story that triggered memories of the time I spent living in Louisiana and Alabama. So that may have provided the nourishment for the original seed. (I think the story may have had to do with an auction to sell the original manuscript of Gone With the Wind, though I won’t swear to it,

In this tune, I do something I’ve never done before. I draw upon an old Public Domain song for the beginning and end. After you read the lyrics, you will hopefully be able to guess which song that is.

Look Away (To a Better Day)

(instrumental)

She came from down in the land of cotton
Hard times there are not easily forgotten
Look away, look away, look away, look away
Look away, look away to a better day

She found herself a man with money
Learned that the good life’s not all milk and honey
Look away, look away, look away, look away
Look away, look away to a better day

She worked hard to make her dreams a reality
Reached so high, the only way was down
When she’d gotten all that she was looking for
She wasn’t happy with the life she’d found
Somewhere in her mind, she heard the sound
Of pieces of her dreams falling to the ground

She thought back to the words she’d heard before
Of being careful what you’re wishing for
Look away, look away, look away, look away
Look away, look away to a better day

(instrumental:)

She told herself she should find some way to cut the loss
Admit her mistake and then move on
Promised herself if the moment ever came
No looking back, she’d be gone
She told herself that right or wrong
She’d leave with no regrets, glad to be moving on

She swore to herself with another chance
She’d find a way for her heart to dance
Look away, look away, look away, look away
Look away, look away to a better day

Look away, look away, look away, look away
Look away, look away to a better day

(instrumental:)

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