Post by Deleted on May 17, 2012 15:38:36 GMT -5
Here's a new one, and it is yet another tune from the "prostitute transcript" that I spoke of in the "Jimmy Dorris" and "Terre Haute Waltz" threads.
This song was inspired by a portion of the interview where the woman said she tried working in a factory and lasted about three days. She eventually wound up running a house of prostitution. This is the current draft of the song, and there are still a couple of lines I'm not in love with (like the last line of the first verse, for example) but I thought I would put it out here.
At first, I was doing the song uptempo in a major key and my wife thought it made prostitution look too attractive. So I slowed it down and put it in a minor key and I think it works better. Or at least it takes away some of the glamor. I did want the song to have some irony, though, in that she's saying that there's not enough money in the world for her to work in a factory, yet she would prostitute herself. I tried to be subtle with that.
I should note that the reference to "Mr. Hulman" is Tony Hulman, who owned several businesses in Terre Haute, including Clabber Girl Baking Powder. He later went on to own the Indy 500 (technically, the "Indianapolis Motor Speedway") and the company still owns it today.
So here is the tune and, as always, it is copyright 2012 by David Hanners:
FACTORY GIRLS
She draws back the curtain to watch ‘em walk home from the plant
Those girls never say much and their faces look so sad
They do a lot for little, what they got to show?
There’s better ways to live, that much she says she knows
(chorus)
There’s nothing you could pay her
Not enough money in this world
That’d make her wanna be a factory girl
She left the farm to work for Madam Brown
‘Cause there’s a party every night on the west side of town
Always wears new clothes, shops the best stores
Says the bed is its own prison but it beats a factory floor
(chorus)
Factory girls have husbands; some drop by the house
‘Cause by the time their wives get home, Mr. Hulman’s worn them out
Dress them up in fine clothes, nice perfume and pearls
But beneath it all, they’re still just factory girls
(chorus and end)
This song was inspired by a portion of the interview where the woman said she tried working in a factory and lasted about three days. She eventually wound up running a house of prostitution. This is the current draft of the song, and there are still a couple of lines I'm not in love with (like the last line of the first verse, for example) but I thought I would put it out here.
At first, I was doing the song uptempo in a major key and my wife thought it made prostitution look too attractive. So I slowed it down and put it in a minor key and I think it works better. Or at least it takes away some of the glamor. I did want the song to have some irony, though, in that she's saying that there's not enough money in the world for her to work in a factory, yet she would prostitute herself. I tried to be subtle with that.
I should note that the reference to "Mr. Hulman" is Tony Hulman, who owned several businesses in Terre Haute, including Clabber Girl Baking Powder. He later went on to own the Indy 500 (technically, the "Indianapolis Motor Speedway") and the company still owns it today.
So here is the tune and, as always, it is copyright 2012 by David Hanners:
FACTORY GIRLS
She draws back the curtain to watch ‘em walk home from the plant
Those girls never say much and their faces look so sad
They do a lot for little, what they got to show?
There’s better ways to live, that much she says she knows
(chorus)
There’s nothing you could pay her
Not enough money in this world
That’d make her wanna be a factory girl
She left the farm to work for Madam Brown
‘Cause there’s a party every night on the west side of town
Always wears new clothes, shops the best stores
Says the bed is its own prison but it beats a factory floor
(chorus)
Factory girls have husbands; some drop by the house
‘Cause by the time their wives get home, Mr. Hulman’s worn them out
Dress them up in fine clothes, nice perfume and pearls
But beneath it all, they’re still just factory girls
(chorus and end)