Back Again

Another week almost concluded - weekend to come. This postings piece came about as I was expecting a book I'd reserved at the Library (The Definitive Roy Orbison Collection, published by Hal Leonard) it was returned late which was a bit frustrating, but I have it now to play!

Earlier in the week I'd watched Benny Hinn's TV program This is Your Day, on GOD TV (Virgin Media, channel 279, @ 8.30am weekdays in the UK) where Benny quoted from the Psalms "like a parched land my soul cries for thee".

The above plus my  Blues orientation lead to the piece Back Again. A somewhat strange mix  to produce this output? ("Strange Brew", as Cream would say?) But all sorts of stuff influences.

I got the chorus first, a long one, and had to write it down on the back of an envelope before it vanished - usually within a half hour unless I note it down. I have the tune in my head so I 'll need to note this too somehow (tape?)

Boy with Girl, Boy loses Girl to another, Girl comes back again; is the basic storyline of this one.  I think I've a got freshness in the words covering this.

P.S. Realised that polenta is ground corn meal, in my supermarket, so I can make cornbread after all! An end to "that low and mournful sound" referred to in my last posting - cornbread is not just for Louisiana! 

    

Back Again (extract)


Someone though they’d keep you


But they gave you back again.


You refresh my soul


Like summer rain.


Don’t you go away now


Leave me parched again.


Days without you


Stack up to a life in vain.






Back again.


I’m loving this feeling


Again.



He felt he’d turned the lock


But you slipped off the stock.


You broke the chain.


He thought he’d call the tune


But you rewrote the music.


A new refrain...

 
NB: All lyrics © Louis J. Casson , Purple Squirrel Poems,
Cryptic Furnace Press 2010    All rights reserved.

"The Blues Done Come Around Again"

The title of this post is a Count Basie track - seemed appropriate as I'm posting Blues lyrics again (I can't quit the Blues but I left it alone for a little while, as Robert Plant almost sang).

Not a bad week. Some business coaching, plus my Dean Explorer living up to expectations - working on a version of Steady Rolling Man with the low E string dropped to D.

This piece came from watching Steven Seagal, adding a slice of GOD TV evangelism, and stirring gently. Like all my stuff it's not entirely a literal meaning, more images with comments thrown in. The double chorus stanzas , single verse stanza format just happened, nice to have a different twist.

No Cornbread To Be Found (extract)


What’s that wail across the bayou


That low and mourning sound?


Through all of Louisiana


No cornbread to be found.

Why Jesus wail across the world


His low and mourning sound?


Through all kinds of nations


Few salvation seekers to be found.


Got my ticket in my pocket


See the salvation show.


All Glory Jesus Jesus


Ask for money, see them go.


They're trying to bring the fire down


But something aint smelling right.


Got their heads all way up way up


Too far to see the light...


NB: All contents © Louis J. Casson , Purple Squirrel Poems,
Cryptic Furnace Press 2010   All rights reserved.