Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 1:54:46 GMT -5
Here's a song I've been working on for 25 years. After a year or two of fiddling with lyrics, if the song ain't right, you should just probably chuck it. But this one won't let me leave it alone, for some reason. It started as a co-write with a fellow musician in Dallas named Ed Kohorst; the re-write, though, is solely my lyrics.
It is an experiment in sparse songwriting. I was entranced by Ryan Bingham's "Until I'm One With You" (used as the theme on "The Bridge") and the Handsome Family's "Far From Any Road" (used as the theme in "True Detective") and just how spare and economical and moody the lyrics are. Bingham accomplishes that in a song that is 66 words long, while Brett and Rennie Sparks' song does it in 120 words.
My entry is somewhere between -- 93 words. I've been staring at it so long I don't know if it tells a story any more. Any thoughts or insights are welcome, although I noticed my last posting of a song here drew nary a comment.
ROMANCE OF THE GUN
© 2014 by David Hanners
Panhandle wind blows through a man
Like a .44 drops you where you stand
He was cold as any wind that come
All because of the romance of the gun
Palo Duro runs dry even when it rains
No good for baptizing or washing away the stain
Devil leaves a mark, saints know it well
Only a sinner can tell you where the last angel fell
Floyd County cotton hangs up on barbed wire
Deputy pulled him over, tags were expired
Shimmery blacktop, FM 602
They spoke his epitaph, said he was 22
For comparison purposes, here is the original version Ed and I wrote, which is 223 words long:
In the still of the evening, beneath the sunset
On the South Plains of Texas, where land and sky met
Born of dust and poverty, he was very young
When he was seduced by the romance of the gun
Just 17 when he took down his first man
South side of Lubbock is where it all began
Wasn't Fort Knox, it was just a Circle K
When the clerk hesitated he blew his ass away
Panhandle wind blows right through a man
Like a .44 will drop you where you stand
He was twice as cold as any wind that come
He could blame it all on the romance of the gun
Palo Duro runs dry even when it rains
Ain't good for baptizing or washing away the stain
Devil leaves a mark, saints know it well
But only a sinner can tell you where the last angel fell
Once you take a life there's nothing left to lose
Next man to fall is yesterday's news
Killing don't mean nothin' to an outlaw on the run
Only thing that matters is the romance of the gun
In Floyd County, Texas, blowin' cotton hangs up on barbed wire
Deputy pulled him over 'cause his tags were expired
Story ends on Farm to Market 602
When they spoke his epitaph, they said he was 22
It is an experiment in sparse songwriting. I was entranced by Ryan Bingham's "Until I'm One With You" (used as the theme on "The Bridge") and the Handsome Family's "Far From Any Road" (used as the theme in "True Detective") and just how spare and economical and moody the lyrics are. Bingham accomplishes that in a song that is 66 words long, while Brett and Rennie Sparks' song does it in 120 words.
My entry is somewhere between -- 93 words. I've been staring at it so long I don't know if it tells a story any more. Any thoughts or insights are welcome, although I noticed my last posting of a song here drew nary a comment.
ROMANCE OF THE GUN
© 2014 by David Hanners
Panhandle wind blows through a man
Like a .44 drops you where you stand
He was cold as any wind that come
All because of the romance of the gun
Palo Duro runs dry even when it rains
No good for baptizing or washing away the stain
Devil leaves a mark, saints know it well
Only a sinner can tell you where the last angel fell
Floyd County cotton hangs up on barbed wire
Deputy pulled him over, tags were expired
Shimmery blacktop, FM 602
They spoke his epitaph, said he was 22
For comparison purposes, here is the original version Ed and I wrote, which is 223 words long:
In the still of the evening, beneath the sunset
On the South Plains of Texas, where land and sky met
Born of dust and poverty, he was very young
When he was seduced by the romance of the gun
Just 17 when he took down his first man
South side of Lubbock is where it all began
Wasn't Fort Knox, it was just a Circle K
When the clerk hesitated he blew his ass away
Panhandle wind blows right through a man
Like a .44 will drop you where you stand
He was twice as cold as any wind that come
He could blame it all on the romance of the gun
Palo Duro runs dry even when it rains
Ain't good for baptizing or washing away the stain
Devil leaves a mark, saints know it well
But only a sinner can tell you where the last angel fell
Once you take a life there's nothing left to lose
Next man to fall is yesterday's news
Killing don't mean nothin' to an outlaw on the run
Only thing that matters is the romance of the gun
In Floyd County, Texas, blowin' cotton hangs up on barbed wire
Deputy pulled him over 'cause his tags were expired
Story ends on Farm to Market 602
When they spoke his epitaph, they said he was 22