My latest song is a strange one.
It started out happy. When I wrote the refrain, I was in a great mood.
Scuppernongs and muscadines / Bubble gum three for a dime / Brown gravy over rice / Orange Crush over ice / That’s the way my world used to be
There it sat for a while. Then, when I wrote the verses, I wasn’t in such a great mood. They were dark. Now what I hope listeners will see is irony. The song makes sense to me, but I’m not exactly objective.
My daddy used to say / You gotta be a man / You gotta pull your weight / You gotta work the land / But every time I tried and failed / He turned away from me / I finally became a man / Too late for him to see
He liked a slug of Sprite / To chase his Rebel Yell / When he slept it off / It was time to give me hell / People say that deep down / He was always proud of me / But secondhand was not a plan / To set my demons free
Now that I am old myself / He doesn’t seem so bad / You’d think sometimes clever rhymes / Were the only ones we had / I wouldn’t have named him Jimmy / But I never had a son / I’ve lost my soul in different roles / And had my share of fun
When I start trying to publish and sell my songs, this one isn’t going to be at the top of the list. Instead of writing it for the world, I wrote it for myself. I’d put it on an album I cut (not that one is forthcoming), but I doubt it’s going to jump right out at an established star.
Therein, of course, lies the rub.