Post by davidhanners on Apr 19, 2007 7:06:15 GMT -5
So I was in one of my usual "up" moods yesterday and decided it was time to write an uplifting, "postive" and moral-laden song about a psychopath. I was hoping I could write a song that the touring company of "Up With People" might want to perform. So I went to the "Executed Offenders" section of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice's website and picked some guy pretty much at random, clicked on his name and read about his case and turned it into a song. I had been hoping to do a song that incorporated something from the protagonist's last words, but this guy just said, "I'm ready. I'm ready." Maybe I'll write a chorus someday.
Seriously, there isn't much redeeming about the song, but not every song has to have a moral or a lesson. And some people are just bad. The title refers to "Death Row #823," which was this guy's number on death row. It's all true except for a couple of details altered for rhyme or meter; i.e., the execution started about 6:30 p.m. and he was pronounced dead at 6:38, and I moved stuff up half an hour because "6:08" fit the meter better than "6:38." As if I spend sleepless nights worrying about meter....
D.R.#823
© 2007 by David Hanners
My name is James Roy Knox
I'm as unrepentant as they come
I ain't thought a kind thought
Since I was born in '51
Can't say I had a hard life
No harder'n other men
Now I'm strapped down to this gurney
And the road’s about the end
Was raised in Alabama
Did time there in the pen
Got a job hangin' drywall
Down in Galveston
Some men just find it easy
Avoid sin and earthly vice
But I took a darker path
And I never did think twice
Joe Sanchez owned a drug store
Had a smile for all he met
I walked in and he was a dead man
He just didn't know it yet
I wanted drugs and money
Like a fool Sanchez said "no"
But you don’t argue with my .38
And he crumpled to the floor
Grabbed some vials of Demerol
Fifteen dollars from the till
Never gave Sanchez a second thought
And I guess I never will
The cops eventually caught me
I was snitched on by a pal
He got jammed up on some felony
I was his ticket out
I didn't act in self-defense
Was not abused as a child
But I sure as hell was guilty
And I said so at my trial
Lawyers talk of justice
Families talk of pain
Some people just are evil
It's been that way since Cain
Final hour drew near
No appeal on which to wait
They let the drugs flow at 6 p.m.
I was dead by 6:08
Seriously, there isn't much redeeming about the song, but not every song has to have a moral or a lesson. And some people are just bad. The title refers to "Death Row #823," which was this guy's number on death row. It's all true except for a couple of details altered for rhyme or meter; i.e., the execution started about 6:30 p.m. and he was pronounced dead at 6:38, and I moved stuff up half an hour because "6:08" fit the meter better than "6:38." As if I spend sleepless nights worrying about meter....
D.R.#823
© 2007 by David Hanners
My name is James Roy Knox
I'm as unrepentant as they come
I ain't thought a kind thought
Since I was born in '51
Can't say I had a hard life
No harder'n other men
Now I'm strapped down to this gurney
And the road’s about the end
Was raised in Alabama
Did time there in the pen
Got a job hangin' drywall
Down in Galveston
Some men just find it easy
Avoid sin and earthly vice
But I took a darker path
And I never did think twice
Joe Sanchez owned a drug store
Had a smile for all he met
I walked in and he was a dead man
He just didn't know it yet
I wanted drugs and money
Like a fool Sanchez said "no"
But you don’t argue with my .38
And he crumpled to the floor
Grabbed some vials of Demerol
Fifteen dollars from the till
Never gave Sanchez a second thought
And I guess I never will
The cops eventually caught me
I was snitched on by a pal
He got jammed up on some felony
I was his ticket out
I didn't act in self-defense
Was not abused as a child
But I sure as hell was guilty
And I said so at my trial
Lawyers talk of justice
Families talk of pain
Some people just are evil
It's been that way since Cain
Final hour drew near
No appeal on which to wait
They let the drugs flow at 6 p.m.
I was dead by 6:08