The journey from there to here
Published on July 24, 2007 By Gideon MacLeish In Misc
This one needs a little background:

A friend of mine came over to see the Woody Guthrie Center. It's been a great week on the creative front, being able to work together on artistic ideas. We collaborate well together, which is something I have needed for a long time. Someone to drive me musically, to feed my muse.

The other night we headed out for drinks. Being how yet another friend was buying, we drank red bar (which, we decided, only needed cheese to suffice as "liquid pizza"), and sang karaoke. Towards the night, the most butt ugly woman you ever did see was hitting on my friend. Our other friend, who was older, bailed him out, saying "hey, that's my grandson! I don't want him to catch anything".

Fast forward tonight and we're playing a local pool hall. It included a playing of "Angel Band", where the two of us, short a verse or two of the full song, realized that "Amazing Grace" fits the meter perfectly (I intend to use that later). As we were talking, we decided it would be an interesting challenge to work up a song about this woman that we could come back and play in October to see who came up with the better song (sort of our own version of the JU Writer's Club).

The following is work product from that endeavour. I'm sure it's not finished, but I think I'm headed in the right direction.

The working title is "Easy Annie":

Late night at the Hideaway,
The money spent, the bands all played,
The bartender puts the things away
And calls it another night

She's going home with another man
This one says he's a friend of the band
Quietly he takes her hand
As they head out of sight

CH:
And they call her "Easy Annie"
And they laugh behind her back
But they ain't lived the life
That has turned her heart to black

Each night she'd drown her sorrows
With a different man and a bottle of beer
And she'd look for a knight on a white horse
To get her out of here

They say she once was a beauty
Had every guy in the palm of her hand
But now her heart is empty
As she spends each night with a different man

(CH)

A big Harley Davidson tattoo
Covers a Cesarean scar
But she can't hide the bruises on her face
As she walks up to the bar

Her face a map of wrong roads taken
Men make her feel so small
She takes the frequent beatings
'Cuz pain feels better than nothing at all.

Comments
on Jul 24, 2007

Good song!  Definitely C&W.

And is that Red Bar? Or beer?  I know the latter, but have not heard of the former.

on Jul 24, 2007
whoops...red beer

I wrote this way too early in the morning...lol!
on Jul 24, 2007
I wrote this way too early in the morning...lol!


The bar got you, eh?